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strange
kind of dream state, lulled into a strange calm by the exquisite
dance of the senses, and somehow he was losing himself in her.
    When he realized her shirt had ridden up, and
her bra had slipped down, and his hands were sprawling over her
smooth, soft bare flesh, grazing over her hard nipples without
hindrance, he was surprised and a touch confused about how they'd
got to that state. Noelle appeared ecstatic that he was touching
her like that, however.
    "Kiss me down here," she said softly, almost
a whisper, and he found himself kissing down her soft neck,
breathing in the gentle sweet scent from her skin as he moved
down.
    And then he was taking her nipple inside his
hot mouth, tasting her soft flesh, brushing his tongue over her
sensitive bud, drawing out a deep long sigh as he began sucking on
her.
    "Oh, that's it… just like that…"
    Caressing her hot flesh with his lips,
teasing her with his tongue, sucking with increasing intensity, her
sighs turned to moans, and Dylan found that confirmation of her
pleasure the hottest thing he could remember.
    "Oh, don't stop…"
    Why should it somehow demean a guy's manhood
to make the girl's pleasure his priority? Surely succeeding in
achieving this genuine delight should be taken as demonstrating
real and proven manhood. 
    After a while, her moans were almost yelps,
and Noelle furiously pulled his face to hers, kissing him with wild
abandon, her hands closing over his to force him to virtually crush
her cleavage in his fingers.
    At last, she let out a big long groan, her
body seeming to shudder as he held her, as though someone had
switched on an electric current to flow through her shapely
frame. 
    "Oh my God," she said, completely struggling
for breath. "Oh. My. God."
    "Are you okay?" he asked her, a little
confused at the apparent look of shock in her face. Had he hurt her
somehow? Had he gone too far? 
    Was he in trouble for touching her breasts
like that?
    God, all those warnings from his teachers at
St Josephs came flooding back - he heard the words of some imagined
judge somewhere: inappropriate touching, forcing himself upon her,
non-consensual molestation…
    But then her pretty face broke out into the
most enchanting smile, her big blue eyes so wide and filled with
joy, and she looked at him as though he'd just given her the most
amazing gift ever.
    "That's not supposed to happen," she
breathed, her voice full of wonder. 
    "I'm sorry…" he said, still not
understanding.
    She shook her head. "It's a myth, an urban
myth," she said. "You're not supposed to actually be able to do
that."
    "I kind of got carried away, I guess…" he
said, beginning to see that he wasn't in trouble, even finding it
amusing how apparently slow his brain was being after being so
doped up on the extraordinary experience of kissing Noelle.
    "I mean, I never did that before, not with a
guy," she said, then kissed his lips briefly again. "And you did it
just by kissing me and touching me."
    He felt incredibly warm inside. And how was
it that making this girl feel this way felt more of a satisfying
achievement to him than getting into Stanford?
    "We should get back to the line," Noelle
said, pulling up her bra and pulling down her top. "They'll all be
talking about us, I bet."
    "We haven't been gone that long," he said,
but fishing his iPhone out of his pocket was rather startled to
find they'd been gone nearly an hour.
    "I wish we could, but I will never live it
down if those guys knew you just made me come, and we haven't even
had a first date yet."
    Oh wow. He felt himself blush all the shades
of scarlet as she took his hand and showed him over to where her
car was parked. The undeniable confirmation he'd made her come
seemed to set off fireworks inside his whole body - and her use of
the word 'yet', suggesting that they would be having a first date
at some point in the near future, that just made him fizz all
over.
    He was vaguely disappointed that they
couldn't just abandon the whole