’ ‘My thanks.’ He entered the room and she barred the door behind him. He went and uncorked the wine that was untouched on the table and poured ... glass that he turned and offered her. She drank and turned the glass from her lips to his for him to drink. He drank and as he did he looked at her over the rim of the goblet. Setting the glass down he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, she looked up and kissed him. Their tongues met in a dance of exploration. She reached up to hold. "Yeah," Peter said. "Yeah, definitely." He was making the motions that indicated he was about to turn and head for his bus. Is it the penis? The testosterone? Melanie thought. What makes them so damned dense? Melanie was willing to take the initiative. She didn't have a date to the junior prom. Peter wasn't hard on the eyes: black hair brushed back, lean face, just the suggestion of dimples, brown eyes, a couple or three inches short of six feet. It might be nice to get to know this older. The spongy head and the rock hard shaft. The sweet pre-cum oozing out and coating my tongue. It feels so hot and hard in my mouth and for a few minutes I just let him fuck my mouth like a pussy while I get used to the sensations.I'm really getting into sucking this cock. I have never sucked a cock before. It is fascinating as I feel a blowjob from the other side. Then I begin to think, what do I like in a blowjob. I start to suck, I mean really suck, on his cock. Not just letting him pump my. ."I stopped short when I finished turning, my eyes bugging out slightly. I had seen my friend in most states of dress and undress, but what greeted my eyes that night was something I had never expected. The light pink of the baby doll he wore complimented his smooth, hairless form, hugging his boyish chest nicely. He wore a simple pair of boy shorts, beneath, the sides of which situated themselves so that they showed off his somewhat feminine hips. His figure had a slight hourglass shape.