Um...”“Worried?” she completed.“Hopeful,” I answered. “Of course I promise. No penetration. But I do want to make love to you, Em.”“As...I do to you. Kiss me some more. I love you.”It was four in the morning when Em and I both experienced our most intimate orgasm ever. I was on top of her, but supporting most of my weight on my arms with a little help from Em so I didn’t crush her. Each time my hips hunched forward, the underside of my cock slid up her crease and over her clit. We’d already come. My right hand is close to her left breast, and her imperceptible squirming has brought my fingertips into contact with the swelling undersurface of that exciting mound.In the dark I kiss her ear lobe gently and she snuggles closer to me. I get a little bolder and start to caress her breast through her sweater. "That's nice," she whispers, so I slide my hand under her sweater into more direct contact. She hums gently into my ear and almost unnoticeably arches her back to press against my. We spent most of the night up on the computer. Eventually after hours of myspacing we went up stairs into her room. Laughing and writing on her walls. Talking. I developed an interest in her which made me curious about my sexuality. She went into the basement to get a couple of her dad's beers. We sat on her bed and looked at her writing filled walls conversing. Drinking beer and having a good time. I knew she was bi at the time but I didn't know that she was into me. After hours of talking and. I slipped on a pair of satin panties and went back to the kitchen for some coffee and to make some breakfast for everyone. I was standing at the range cooking some bacon. i had put on an apron to keep the hot splatter off my bare skin. My thoughts were lost in thinking about the night before when I was jolted back to reality by the feel of a stiff cock poking at my ass and fingers playing with my nipples while a hand stroked my dick. I damn near burned myself on the hot range! Chris whispered.