She ran her hands through my hair and pulled me back towards her, brushing her lips across mine. Her lips were soft and still tasted of wine. When my ...ongue met hers, I moaned. Her hands were running down my spine and back around to touch my face while she kissed me.I reached up to touch her long mane of hair and she deepened the kiss, pulling me towards her more by cupping her hands around my ass while laying back, bringing us both together with me on top. I'd never been this close to another. It seemed to add something to the feeling of her playing with my cock. Alex had put on a short nightdress and as we stood kissing I put my hands up inside the material and stroked her breasts, the nipples already hard. Her fingers continued to rub my cock and I was already tenting out the shorts. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers and she moaned in her throat. Still kissing she edged me backwards until the back of my legs touched the bed and I fell on my back onto the bed. She stood by. My mind was racing, imagining what it would be like and trying to come up with the best way to go about it. I pictured taking her right in the doorway, too excited to get very far into the house. I also pictured going very slowly, teasing and tantalizing as we went, undressing softly and sensuously as we went through the house to my bed. I figured something in between the two was about right.We got to my house and I parked in the garage then got out and closed the door, meeting her at the door. And you have to watch out for traps in the tax code.”“You’re really only seventeen?” Jennifer asked.Samantha smiled, “I look fourteen, can do business like a thirty-year-old, and emotionally I’m twelve. But yes, I had my seventeenth birthday a few months ago.”“Emotionally twelve?” Josie asked. “What?”Samantha sighed, “It’s a long story. But I have friends who are helping me.”“Don’t worry, Samantha,” Gina said. “Most guys are emotionally twelve even into their thirties!”“Hey!” Bo laughed. “I.