He pulled my leggings away from my skin and slipped his hand under. I moaned as he began to rub my clit through my matching panties, whilst continuing...to suck on my tits. As I got wetter and wetter from the rubbing, he pulled my panties to one side and began to slide his finger into me. I pushed his hand further so that he could get deeper into me as I played with his cock once more. Due to my inexperience I began to cum very quickly, letting my juices cover his finger. He pulled his finger out. . , I don’t want to argue with you about this. I think you are an intelligent, attractive, and sexually appealing lady. A lady a lot of men would like to get into your panties and make love to. It’s just that if I did that now, it would bother and affect me in the relationship I have with this lady. I hope you can understand that.”It seemed like she understood what Paul was saying but was reluctant to accept it. She turned and walked away shaking her hips more than normal in an attempt to show. Really, though, it was such a simple thing that if it had happened it with almost any other woman she was even vaguely sexually attracted to it either would've ended up being blown off immediately as nothing or they would have ended up in bed fucking like bunnies, but because it was Angela it was much more complicated than that.What happened was a kiss, but not just a simple, friendly kiss. No, the best description for what happened was that they made out one night when they were both drunk,. Since we typically shower (often together) at night, we got dressed and went out to a favorite French restaurant for breakfast before launching into our previously-laid plans for the day. From time to time throughout the day, I would think about the many red marks upon my chest, covered by my sweatshirt and jacket, they were visible to no one, yet all day long, it seemed as if whenever my girlfriend looked at me, she looked not at my face, but at my chest… and she did not seem at all ashamed of.