[Horny chapter alert!]
Oh shit.
This is happening.
This is actually happening.
The weight of her on my lap feels right, like she belongs there. I can feel every curve of her body: Her thick thighs pressing against mine, her ass soft and warm on my lap. I can see the swell of her breasts right at eye level. My dick is already starting to respond to having her this close, and I'm desperately trying to think about literally anything else so I don't get fully hard within the first three seconds of her sitting on me.
I wrap my hands around her, pulling her closer.
My hands span her waist easily, and I can feel how slim it is, how it flares out dramatically to her hips. She's so soft, everywhere I touch yielding and warm.
Her strawberry scent fills my nose, sweet and intoxicating. It's stronger now, mixing with something else, maybe her body spray, or just the natural scent of her skin. I feel like I'm drunk on it.
I'm staring at her face, completely enamored. The way her pink hair frames her features, the gentle curve of her cheeks, those lips... She's so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
She glances at me shyly, which is weird to see on someone usually so confident. Her voice comes out softer than usual. "Am I too heavy?"
"No," I say immediately. "This is perfect. You're perfect."
She lights up at my words, that radiant smile breaking across her face again. Then she cups my face in her hands. "You're so silly!" Then her expression turns mischievous, her eyes sparkling with playful intent. "Okay, so! Do you wanna practice kissing? I can help!"
I nod way too enthusiastically. "Yes. Definitely yes. I'm probably going to need a lot of practice."
She giggles. "That's okay! I'll help! But this time, just relax, okay? Don't think about it so much! Just... let it happen naturally!"
"Okay..." I take a breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I'll try."
Something about the way Selene's taking everything so lightly is making me jealous. I mean, obviously she'd be experienced. Just look at her! She's been getting attention from boys practically her whole life. She's probably kissed dozens of guys before, maybe Luke King with his perfect face, or some of the football players with their muscles and confidence. Maybe she's even done more than kissing…
Wait. Stop. Enough of that! I have Selene all to myself now! She's sitting on my lap right now, about to kiss me again. Focus on the kiss!
"You ready?" she asks softly, leaning in. Her face is so close now that I can feel her breath on my lips, warm and sweet.
Absolutely not. "Yeah."
"Just go slow, okay?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.
"Mm-hmm."
We move closer, agonizingly slowly. I can feel the anticipation building, can feel my heart hammering in my chest. I close my eyes right before our lips meet, and this time I try to actually pay attention instead of panicking.
Holy shit.
I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve this, but I probably saved the world. Maybe multiple worlds.
I'm completely overwhelmed.
Her lips are sweet, wet from her tongue, smooth like silk, warm like sunshine, and unbelievably soft. The softest thing I've ever felt in my entire life.
It feels like I'm kissing a cloud made of silk and sugar. Her lips are plump and full against mine, yielding but with substance. Under that softness, there's also this incredible elasticity, her flesh pushes back against mine when I press into her, like memory foam that perfectly molds to the shape of my lips. I gently pull her closer with my hands on her waist, and our lips press together more firmly. I can feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, can feel the slight tremble in her body.
The kiss is slow, exploratory. I move my lips gently against hers, feeling the texture, the warmth, the impossible softness. She responds by moving her lips too, and suddenly we're actually kissing, not just pressing our mouths together. It's clumsy and uncertain, but it feels perfect.
After what feels like both forever and not nearly long enough, we slowly break away from each other.
Holy shit. I can die happy now. I just kissed Selene. Me. I just properly kissed Selene.
Selene's staring at me, her pink eyes wide. She bites her bottom lip, and I can see something like nervousness in her eyes.
"So... you were right," I tell her, still slightly breathless. My voice comes out rough, deeper than normal.
"Hm? About what?" She tilts her head, looking genuinely curious.
"About the first kiss thing." I'm blushing now. "That was my first. You're my first."
She makes this happy little humming sound, and I feel it vibrate through her body. She looks pleased with herself. Then her expression goes soft, almost shy. Her voice drops to barely above a whisper. "It was... it was my first too."
Uh.
Wait.
Did I mishear what she just said?
What?
How?
Huh?
My brain completely stops functioning for a moment.
"Wait—what? How?"
"Huh? What do you mean 'how'?" She pouts, her eyebrows drawing together.
"I mean—you're—" I gesture vaguely at all of her, at the perfection currently sitting in my lap. "You're you! You're gorgeous! How have you never kissed anyone before?"
"I just never wanted to!" Her voice gets smaller, and I have to lean closer to hear her. "I wanted to wait for someone special, okay? Don't make fun of me!"
"I'm not! But you were giving me advice like you knew what you were doing!"
"I watched videos online!" She blurts out, then immediately covers her face with her hands.
I can't help it, I start laughing. Not at her, just at the absurdity of it all. "You watched tutorials on kissing?"
"Shut up! I got nervous after... after I realized I liked you! I wanted to be prepared!"
That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. "Hey. That's really sweet."
She's peeking at me now, those pink eyes visible between her fingers. "...You're not making fun of me?"
"I'm not. I think it's adorable." I smile at her, then let my voice drop lower. "But maybe we should practice more? Just to make sure we both got the technique right."
She drops her hands, looking at me with wide eyes. Then a slow smile spreads across her face. "You just want to kiss me again."
"Obviously."
She giggles, then grabs my face with both hands. "Okay, fine! Come here!"
I don't need to be told twice.
My hands are still wrapped around her waist, and I can feel her warmth through her shirt. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, and we pull each other into another kiss.
I'm just so outrageously happy. Both by the fact that we're kissing, and the fact that we're each other's first. There's something special about that, something that makes this moment even more perfect than it already was. No one else has ever touched these lips. I'm the first person to kiss her, the first person she's wanted to kiss. The thought makes possessive satisfaction surge through me.
Our lips meet. This time it's better. Slower. More deliberate.
I can feel everything, the plush softness of her lips, the way they move against mine, the wetness where our mouths connect. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and something uniquely her. When she parts her lips slightly, I feel the warmth of her breath, can taste it on my tongue.
Our lips move together more confidently now, pressing and releasing in a rhythm that feels natural. I tilt my head slightly to get a better angle, and she matches me. Our noses brush against each other. I can smell her perfume stronger now, mixing with the natural scent of her skin.
She presses her lips more firmly against mine, and I match her pressure, feeling the give and push of her mouth. When she moves her head back slightly, breaking the contact for just a moment, I can feel the cool air against my wet lips. Then we're kissing again, tilting our heads the other direction, and it's even better this time.
We pull away from each other, both giggling softly. This might be… no, scratch that. This IS literally the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. I can feel myself getting harder, my dick starting to swell in my pants. Having Selene on my lap, the warmth of her ass pressing down on me, her thighs spread around mine, the scent of her filling my nose, it's all too much.
Selene places both her hands on the sides of my face. She's looking at me with so much affection it makes my chest feel tight. Her thumbs gently stroke my cheekbones. "I love you, Adam."
"I love you, Selene." I lean forward, unable to resist.
We kiss again. And again. Our lips slide together wetly, and I can hear the soft sounds we're making, little gasps and sighs and the wet smack of our mouths connecting and separating.
"I love you," she whispers between kisses, her breath warm against my lips.
"I love you so much," I murmur back, then capture her mouth again.
Fuck. I need her so badly.
I'm desperate to grab her, to touch some of those curves of hers that I've fantasized about for so long.
My hands start moving almost of their own accord. One slides up her back, feeling the curve of her spine through her shirt, then tangles in her hair at the back of her neck. Her hair is silky and soft between my fingers. I use my grip to pull her head closer, angling her mouth against mine more firmly.
My other hand drops to her thigh, and I give it a firm squeeze. The material of her leggings is thin, almost like a second skin, and I can feel everything underneath, the warmth of her skin, the incredible softness of her flesh, the way it yields under my grip but pushes back with that perfect elasticity. Her thigh is thick and soft and warm, and I want to squeeze it forever.
She gasps into my mouth, and I feel her shiver against me, her whole body trembling. My hand explores further, gripping the outside of her thigh, feeling the generous curve of it. Then I slide my hand up to her hip, feeling where her thigh connects to her body. The flare of her hip under my palm is dramatic, pronounced. I trace the curve up to her waist, feeling how narrow it is compared to her hips. Then back down, over her hip, back to her thigh. The contrast is insane, her waist so slim, her hips so wide, her thighs so thick and soft.
The way her body feels under my hand is driving me absolutely crazy. Every curve, every soft spot, every place where my fingers sink into her flesh slightly before meeting resistance, it's all perfect. She's perfect.
Our kisses are getting more aggressive now, more urgent. My lips wrap around her top lip, pulling gently, almost sucking on it. She tastes so fucking good. She runs her hands through my hair, her fingers scraping against my scalp in a way that sends shivers down my spine. Then she grips my hair harder, using it to press me tighter against her.
I can feel her breasts pressing against my chest, soft and heavy and warm. Every time either of us moves, they shift against me, and I'm acutely aware of them. Of their size, their weight, their softness.
"Adam," she breathes my name, and the sound is needy and desperate and breathy. It goes straight to my dick, which is now fully hard and pressing uncomfortably against my pants.
I respond by kissing her harder, more forcefully. My lips move over hers demandingly, and she matches my intensity. Our teeth click together slightly, and we adjust, finding a better angle. Her tongue touches my lips for just a second, probably by accident, and the wet warmth of it makes me groan.
I'm completely hard now, throbbing in my pants, and there's no way she can't feel it with her ass sitting directly on my lap. Sure enough, she starts grinding her hips against me, slowly at first. The pressure of her ass rolling over my dick is incredible, even through all our layers of clothing. I can feel the warmth of her, the softness, the weight.
I groan into her mouth, unable to stop the sound. The vibration travels between us, and she responds by grinding harder.
We break apart to breathe, both of us panting. She looks at me with this mischievous smile, her eyes dark and pupils dilated. "Is that your phone in your pocket?"
She presses down against my erection deliberately as she says it, and I can't stop the grunt that escapes. The pressure is perfect and terrible and not nearly enough. "No, I'm just really happy to see you."
She bites her lip, then we're kissing again.
This time it's desperate. Our mouths crash together almost violently, lips sliding wetly. I can taste her fully now, sweet and warm. One of my hands is still tangled in her hair, gripping it tightly. The other is on her thigh, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
She keeps rolling her hips, and the friction is incredible. I can feel her warmth even through our clothes, can feel the pressure of her grinding down on my cock. I start moving my hips too, thrusting up slightly to meet her movements, and we fall into this rhythm. We're dry humping in the middle of the fucking library, and I don't care. All I care about is the feeling of her body on mine, her lips against mine, her warmth and softness and the sounds she's making.
She's moaning into my mouth now, soft little sounds that are destroying any remaining functional brain cells I have left. Each moan vibrates through her chest into mine, and I can feel them as much as hear them. Her hands clutch at my shirt, bunching up the fabric in her fists. Her grip on my hair tightens, almost painful, and the slight sting only makes everything better.
My hand on her thigh slides up, up, up, until I'm gripping her hip. I can feel the curve of her ass from this angle, soft and round and perfect. I want to grab it properly, want to feel it completely, but I force myself to stay where I am. I move my hand back down to her thigh, squeezing hard enough that my fingers sink into her flesh.
The soft, elastic flesh of her thigh is addicting to touch. Every squeeze, every press of my fingers, I can feel how she yields and then pushes back. It's like the perfect stress ball, except it's Selene's thigh and it's attached to Selene who is currently grinding on my dick and moaning into my mouth.
When we finally break apart for air, we're both breathing hard. I can see her chest heaving, straining against her shirt with each breath. Her hair is messy, tousled from my hands running through it and from sweat at her hairline. Her lips are darker pink now, swollen from kissing. There's a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, making her skin glow. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes dark with arousal. She looks thoroughly kissed, thoroughly mine. And somehow that makes her even more beautiful than usual.
I lean in and press a gentle kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat.
She giggles at the gesture, breathless and happy. Then she leans into me, resting her head against my shoulder.
My brain is starting to come back online, slowly. My dick is still hard and uncomfortable in my pants, and Selene is still sitting on it, but at least we're not actively grinding anymore. "We should probably get to class now. We've been gone for like... I don't even know how long."
"Nooo!" She pulls back to look at me. She's pouting now, those plump lips pushed out. "Can't we just skip the rest of the day?" She hits me with the puppy dog eyes.
I quickly cover her eyes with my hand. "Illegal move! Stop! That's cheating! You know I can't say no to that face!"
She grabs my hand with both of hers, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. She's laughing, the sound breathless and joyful. "You can't resist me!"
"That's exactly why I have to block it!" I'm grinning. "Come on, let's go to class. And then… we can practice more at home."
"Really?" Her eyes light up when I uncover them, sparkling with excitement.
"I mean, yeah. Obviously. I'd do this all day if I could."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Yay!" She bounces excitedly on my lap, and I have to bite back a groan as the movement presses her ass down on my still-hard dick. Then she points a finger at me with mock seriousness, trying to look stern but failing because she's smiling too hard. "But no take-backsies! You promised!"
I laugh, my hands steadying her hips as she moves. "Yeah, yeah. I promised."