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and firm between his lips. His tongue was warm and gentle and I felt a sudden surge of affectionate desire for him.
    While he was kissing my breasts, I let my hand slip down over his buttocks, inside his jeans. Wow! They were so round and firm! He has such a cute little ass! Not so muscular like Keith’s but very nice and tight. I couldn’t help but let my hands run inside his underwear and then grab his ass and pull him to me. Suddenly he was on me, spreading my legs apart with his thighs, and then I could feel his swollen manhood, hot and eager inside his pants, pressed against my eager wet pussy through my jeans. I closed my eyes as he pulled me close and started stroking himself against me, and then for a moment it was Keith holding me, Keith taking my body, lifting me, owning me...commanding me.
     Shane took my hand in his, and slowly, slowly lowered it down so that my palm was pressed against the base of his manhood through his jeans. Then he started unbuttoning them, first the big, top button, and then, the next one, and with each one he was even more ready to explode. I could feel how tight his balls were and then I felt it twitch! Is it supposed to do that? Suddenly I felt a panic.
    I told him to stop and wait. I needed something - something to slow down, something to relax me. Jeez, I was so nervous and at the same time so...eager. I guess that was it, in hindsight I was trying to stop something that nature wanted for me. Yeah, it wanted me to make babies. Good thing I was on the Pill, as Shane knew because a while back there had been a big controversy about it and it almost got me kicked out of the house. Shane was so sweet, supporting me emotionally, even when he knew it wasn’t for him. It wasn’t for ANYONE, but that wasn’t the point. It was for me - for me to control my own destiny, my own body.
    I went off in a daze, first to my bedroom, where I ditched my jeans and bra and put on a comfy big t-shirt. Then I got some pillows, and a blanket and then to the kitchen for a minute, I couldn’t think of what to bring, so I stole some Whiskey from the liquor cabinet and poured it over some ice in a couple of tumblers.
    We knelt together and clinked our glasses together, and then he took a big drink of his and made a scowling face, and then smiled at me. His eyes were bright and smiling behind that cool tumbler which was now starting to sweat in the sultry heat of that summer night. Oh, Shane! Why are you doing this to me? What is in your heart, my dear boy? And yet, I can’t say what’s in my own. So...here goes.
    I drank and felt the whiskey's sweet burn as it went down my throat. Then, still kneeling, Shane pulled me close and kissed me again, passionately, pressing our warm bodies together. He held my head in his hands and reciprocated my passion, and then pulled away and finished the rest of the drink.
    I reached over and grabbed him around the waist, and then worked my hands over his smooth, soft skin, under his shirt. I pulled it off and pressed him back, and then my trembling lips were kissing his neck, his throat, and then chest as he had done, and explored lower, kissing each firm young muscle on his abdomen, and pausing just where he had unbuttoned his jeans. I could feel his young flesh quivering under my mouth and his taut young belly rising and falling quickly as his breathing became rapid and shallow. I could feel his hands caressing my back, and now back as I stared at his erection now straining against the soft white fabric of his cotton briefs. My hands were shaking as I gently let my index finger stroke his oh-so-soft head. Mmm! His hands reached up as if to free himself as my mouth neared him, but again I felt a wave of anxiety.
    I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a swig straight from it, and then I teased him into another swig. He took it straight, and then before he could swallow I kissed him deeply and he let the fire burn both of our throats. I felt his tongue exploring ne, is