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up.”
    “Hey,” he touched her arm gently. “It’s not like that
really? Are you just saying that to get a reaction out of me?”
    It had not occurred to her to make up stories about her
family just to get him to pay attention to her. She wanted his attention in a
different way. She showed him.
    “No,” she said lazily. “Promise.”
    They were in the perfect positions. Each of them paused and
were struck by the same notion. He moved in closer to her and her to him. They
brushed their lips against one another so softly. A sweet surge pulsed through
her. She had never experienced that when she kissed a guy before. It made her a
little weak, a little lightheaded.
    Wilson moaned. It was closer to a growl. His tongue snaked
into her mouth and pressed against hers. He stroked the interior of her hot wet
flesh, tasting her. Tantalizing her. He had a hypnotic effect on her. It was if
he was blowing a force that flowed through her, liquefying her. He made her
knees buckle.
    He sensed that. He dipped and supported the small of her
back with his broad powerful hand. She felt so secure as she sank into his
arms. He pressed his hips into hers, grinding, dancing. Finally, he broke the
kiss and pulled back.
    “W-wait,” he said so softly. “What are we doing here? No.”
    It was strange but Summer could swear that Wilson was the
shy one instead of the other way around.
    “We’re making out,” she smiled against his lips.
    “I know that,” he giggled.
    His laughter tickled her lips. He tipped his head to hers.
    “How old are you?” she asked.
    He made a face like he didn’t understand the point of the
question.
    “I’m twenty-eight,” he said. “Why?”
    “Just wondering,” she replied softly.
    “I would be asking you the same thing but you already said.
It’s the truth, isn’t it?” he asked.
    “I promise,” she said. “I’m about to turn nineteen.”
    “Are you now?” he asked playfully. “When will that be?”
    “Two months,” she said. “November.”
    “Alright then,” he responded.
    They were both dazed with each other. They danced slowly,
swaying softly as their arousal grew. Summer could feel him thinking. She was
thinking too. About how much she wanted this man. She ran her hands lightly up
and down his back, stealing soft little kisses from him.
    It happened so fast. They met at the bar and now in his
apartment. Even from the moment they stepped in through the door, things
accelerated so quickly. She knew better than to do things like that -- to give
herself over to a stranger. But Wilson didn’t feel like a stranger to her at
all. She felt like they had a different kind of connection.
    She traced her hands over his pecs until they found the hem
of his shirt. She lifted. Wilson moaned once more and then the pace of their
passion ignited. All hesitation was gone. Now he picked up their passion’s
pace. She slipped her T-Shirt off her head and skimmed her shorts. She
unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans off of his hips.
    They locked onto each other in a slow sensual kiss, as they
kicked off the last of their clothes until they were completely naked. He
pulled back so the he could get a really good look at her. Summer was not very
experienced in love but she could tell by the look on his face that he liked
what he saw.
    He stooped down and placed his hot mouth on her cupcake
sized breast. His tongue drew on her soft nipple that was soon hard. The
sensation pulled up through from her very center. She tightened her thighs. The
excitement was ticklish and arousing. She ached and needed him. She was
instantly consumed. She had to have him.
    Wilson cupped her buttocks, lifting her up with his
powerful, strong hands. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back. The
soft center of her body pressed against him. His arousal nudged her.
    Wilson walked them both to the bed. He laid her down on the
generous surface. The plush cotton bedspread was cool and comfy against her
skin. She wriggled