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her hands on his chest.
    His chest filled with her sweet perfume, and
his whole body trembled with pent up desire and shock. She was so
close to him, he could see her individual freckles, even in this
low light. Her eyes, highlighted by mascara and eyeliner, were
astonishingly beautiful - so bright and sparkling with
intelligence. 
    Then suddenly he felt the heat of her face on
his, and her soft breath dancing on his skin, and then her lips
were nudging against his, so he could feel the slight waxy texture
of her lipstick.
    She was kissing him. The most attractive girl
he'd ever met. Kissing. Him.
    It wasn't quite his first kiss, but it might
as well have been. 
    She sucked gently on his lips, and then he
found his hands moving up to hold her head, almost checking to see
if she was real, solid, not some kind of wonderful dream as he lay
sleeping crumpled in a queue outside the Apple store.
    More than a little insecure in his
inexperience, he took his cues from her, he tried to learn from
her, he mirrored her moves, gently sucking on her sweet lips,
nudging his nose against hers, reveling in the velvet softness of
her cheeks against his, inhaling her tantalizing scent with every
fathomless breath.
    Time just seemed to slow down and stop, as
they entered a little world of their own.
    Noelle smiled at him even while they
continued kissing, and it sent his temperature skyrocketing. He
felt her press against him, and to his horror realized she must be
able to feel the massive erection that her incredible attention was
causing. Yet she didn't seem horrified by it - she actively
pressed herself tighter against him, and suddenly as her kiss
lingered, he felt her tongue delving between his lips - oh God, she
was so hot.
    "Oh my God…" she said, breathless like she'd
just run the 100 meters in the Olympics, her eyes flickering all
over his, her brow creased as though in confusion. "How did you
learn to kiss like that?"
    She didn't give him a chance to answer -
thankfully, since he didn't know what exactly to say. Probably not
a good idea to tell her he'd only really ever learned anything from
her. She was kissing him, pressing herself up against him, her
tongue sliding inside his mouth, now, not holding back. 
    He tried to give as good as he got, but her
passionate energy was intense, and like lying under a refreshing
waterfall, he just had to let the incredible power flow over
him.
    As she kissed him, he found he did really
enjoy her taking control. Ever since his blundering fumblings in
eighth grade, the few times he'd been lucky enough to find another
girl interested in a little smooching, the girl had always pretty
much opened her mouth and sat there. 
    This was electric. And now as he found
himself sucking on her tongue, Noelle was grabbing his hands, and
forcing them up her chest, demanding he touch her
breasts. 
    "Just there…" she breathed as his fingers
closed around the sensational shape of her cleavage.
    Oh God in Heaven, he was actually holding her
beautiful round breasts, and she actually wanted him to. He could
feel the stiffness of her nipples, even through her bra and
top. 
    Dylan took direction from her, and at first
she seemed to find it strange, leading him. Putting his hands where
she wanted them, guiding the speed and intensity of their
kiss. For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes open, trying
to figure him out. Perhaps check whether he was only allowing her
to lead as some kind of lame follow-up to his earlier suggestions,
all one long strategy to get her interested in him.
    But he could see her come to believe that
this was wonderful for him - he didn't feel any sleight against his
masculinity, how could he? He was entangled in the most beautiful
girl he'd ever seen.
    He touched her tenderly, and she seemed to
respond to his gentle coaxing of her sensationally soft breasts,
writhing and emitting the sexiest moans. But with the incredible
sweetness of her kiss, he found himself slipping into a