The Other Girl

"I thought I knew what love was before I met you," she whispered, her eyes becoming misty. "I can’t imagine ever feeling happier than..." she broke into tears, and I hugged her comfortingly as she wiped her eyes with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry," she managed, a teardrop rolling from her cheek onto my chest. "Don’t be," I said, sharing her emotions on an almost empathic level. "I feel the same way."

She hugged my neck and kissed me on the forehead, then both of us jumped as the phone suddenly rang. Nancy giggled and collapsed on top of me as the answering machine clicked on. It was somebody for her dad. I looked down at her for a moment, and she smiled and raised her chin, presenting her irresistible lips to me as she slowly closed her eyes.

           I gently touched my lips to hers, just rubbing them lightly together before gradually increasing contact. Nancy moaned as I cupped her right breast in my hand, squeezing and rubbing it lightly as I kissed her with passionate tenderness. We just sat there and kissed for a while, our hands moving lazily over each other. It was great just being able to relax and take our time, and I was enjoying every glorious second of it.

With her cheeks almost glowing a rosy-pink color, Nancy sat up slowly and unclasped her bra, then let it fall to the floor. She stood and hooked her thumbs beneath her skirt to pull her panties down, and she giggled as she stepped out of them, lifting the hem of her skirt for a moment to flash me a tantalizing glimpse of her copper-haired mound.

Grinning, I reached out and pulled her to me, popping one of her cute pink nipples into my mouth as I slid my hands under her skirt to squeeze her curvy butt. She moaned and rubbed her hands over my shoulders, settling down in my lap so that I could feel the incredible heat of her pussy directly over my dick. She felt like she was burning up.