“I am very patient. You just relax and it will happen. I want you to enjoy yourself, that’s what’s most important, ok?”“Oh, I am! I really a.... Nicole, you are amazing. I’ve been wanting this for so long. But I was afraid.”She had been wanting me too, all this time. The thought filled me with tenderness and deepened my desire. This amazing girl had wanted me. It was not my imagination or wishful thinking. I had not pushed her into anything she wasn’t ready for, I hadn’t influenced her to do. I leaned on her further for a kiss. My lips touched hers, I cheekily slid my tongue in and I think my brain exploded when she sucked on my tongue.I was in. We were French kissing all over the place my hands tightly gripped against her ass, her hips, her thighs whatever I could hold on to. Against the window, the wall, on the bed. She was mumbling something about how she had dreamt about this. I couldn’t catch a breath from all that intense kissing to muster a reply. “This is wrong”, I heard her. A bit like him, he thought, she just seemed to get a bit more talkative after a few drinks.To her amazement, she found herself telling him about many intimate things, including some of the slightly kinky things her boyfriend encouraged her to do with him, even admitting that she had enjoyed most of it, although she wasn't too keen on being tied up and beaten. She even told him why her last relationship broke up.Frank was quite amazed too, but for a different reason. He had thought she might be. Each time he drew a nipping into his mouth, gently sucking, he drew a moan from her. He loved it when her hands were buried in his hair, slightly pulling on it. He took it as a sign of her enjoyment. Slowly, he began to work his way down her body, nipping now and again. He loved to make her moan. Finally, he’s in the one position he’d been longing for all day. She was so wet already, and he knew he could make it worse, but he didn’t want to tease her too badly. Gently, he blew air on her clit.