Chase’s hands traced my stomach as we kissed. His hands moved further up my body, untill they reached my breasts. He advanced, and I tensed up. He stopped feeling me up, and removed my shirt. All of this was going on as our tongues battled in my mouth, and as my hands ruffled his hair. I could feel him smile against my lips, and I replied his gesture by biting his tongue. He liked it. I liked it. We continued as young lovers. Now I was in my baby blue bra, and he was still shirtless. As his hands reached around my backside to unfasten my bra, I held his hand. I took his hand and placed it back on my breast. I wasn’t quite ready to expose myself to him.
“You’re such a great kisser.” I moaned/whispered as he passionatley kissed my neck.
“I can be an even greater lover.” He whispered. Wait! Stop! Was I losing my virginity here?
I continued fondling his hair. He continued fondling my breasts. And our tongues continued fondling each other. We were doing this when I heard someone say:
“Who’s there?”
Oh crap!