Rivalry

"Please..."

Everytime he kissed her, it felt as though lightning was shooting up her spine. She knew there was no guarantee that he wouldn't hurt her again, but all she could think of was kissing him and being with him.

She looked up at him for what seemed, to him, to be an eternity. So many possibilities were flashing in her brain like movie in fast- forward. She finally just shook her head and looked down.

After a moment, she looked up and smiled at him before pulling him down into a kiss. She kissed him hard and with what seemed like all the energy she had left. Their tongues intertwined (sp?) as she kissed him deeper.

She pulled away, took a deep breath and let it out. She smiled and said, "I missed that."
 
Diana's body moved against him, almost unconsciously as they kissed. His hands slid to her hips as she straddled him, feeling her steady undulations that were arousing his body under her.

When she slid her fingers onto his chest it was as much as he could do to resist trying to pull her dress up over her hips and out of the way. He knew, though that he mustn't go too far too fast. He could resist sliding his hands up her spread legs, his thumbs pressing firmly, slowly, against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

He felt her breaking the kiss, their lips parting slowly, peeling away from each other though for long moments their faces remained close. He gave her tiny quick kisses as their hands still played on each others bodies.

"Wow. That felt good. John," he heard her breathe, a question in the air between them and then her head moved back a little and he looked into her eyes. He moved one hand, stroking her hair softly as he kissed her again.

He moved to kiss her neck again murmuring "Yes, very good." His lips tasted her shoulder. Holding her back so she could lean against his hand his kissed her collar bone, feeling the beginnings of the swell of her breasts against the fabric of her dress as he moved his mouth down further.

"More?" He whispered.
 
She closed her eyes at his kisses leaning back against his hand. When she heard him whisper, "More?" she opened her eyes and shivered at the thoughts of what more was to come. Diana slowly nodded her head.

"Yes...I want more," she moved forward to kiss his jaw, "Lots more."

She slowly undid the knot on top of her head and her hair fell down way passed her shoulders. She also made herself more comfortable by releasing the fabric of her dress from under her which made the skirt hike up to mid-thigh.

She then said, "What is next?"
 
He looked as her hair cascaded over her shoulders, felt her move as she hitched up her dress.

"What is next?" he looked and saw how she had tilted her head to look at him with a coquettish smile through strands of hair. He grinned back and let his hands slide slowly up her thighs, meeting her dress, pushing it still higher. His fingers slipped over her hips to her waist as he exposed her legs spread around him as she straddled his lap.

Leaving the dress bunched above her hips he let his hands travel out of it over its surface to caress her breasts, gently lifting and squeezing them against the thin fabric that encased them. His thumbs brushed against the hardened nipples as they pushed against the black of the dress and he leaned forward to kiss the cleavage that was made more prominent by his hands squeezing her. He kissed the skin of her chest, kissed through the dress over her nipples.

As he kissed he slid his hands around her chest, her back to reach for the zipper of the dress. Gently, slowly, as he nuzzled her soft skin he pulled the zipper down.

When it was fully down his fingertips brushed her backbone and traced their way slowly back up to her shoulder blades. Breaking his kiss from her soft skin he licked up to under her chin and the sensitive area just below her ear.
 
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Diana gasped at the feel of his hands and then his lips caressing her skin. She felt like she was burning from the inside out. Her skin itched for more of him needing him to touch her everywhere at once. When she felt him unzip her dress and touch her back she arched into him then arched her neck for better access when he kissed under her ear.

She then slowly pulled from him and took the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slowly lowered the dress to show her breasts encased in a lace black bra and her toned stomach. Diana then reached over placing her hands under his sweater feeling John's stomach with her fingertips then moved them slowly up taking the sweater with her to raise it over John's head and leave him naked from the waist up, almost like herself.
 
Leaning back John watched as Diana slid one hand to the thin shoulder strap, pushing it down her forearm. Her other hand reached up to her other shoulder, her arms crossed over her breasts and let the strap fall there too. As she lowered her arms she exposed herself more to his gaze, which he let travel over her bra to her navel, the dress bunched at her waist, back to her eyes.

He enjoyed the feel of her hands slide under his sweater, insistently pulling it up until she tugged it off and let it fall beside the chair. John found that he had to move under her quite urgently, as her actions and the sight of her were very arousing and his jeans needed adjusting - or rather, what she was making expand inside them need to be moved to make him more comfortable. He grinned as he wriggled a little before letting his hands continue the exploration of her back.

Slowly he moved, raising himself at the waist to kiss between her
breasts even as his hands opened the clasp of her strapless bra
behind her back. he felt her hands explore his naked torso and
enjoyed the feel of her fingertips, of the heat of her body moving
near him. He held the lacy fabric around her and kissed the hard tips of her nipples through it for long moments before slowly he began to let the garment slip down her body, followed by his lips.

His mouth felt the firm suppleness of her breasts, lapped them,
avoiding her nipples, his hands exploring her back as she moved
against his mouth. As he finally suckled one hard nipple into his hot mouth, letting his tongue play around it, his right hand slid to her thigh, caressing it, squeezing as he ran his fingers up and down the firmness of her leg. In their excitement neither were concerned that they were undressing in a coffee shop.
 
Diana gasped at the suckling of her nipple and shivered as his tongue played around it. She arched closer to his mouth insisting on more. Her hands gripped his thighs as she arched and then slowly moving her hands up and up to lightly trace the bulge in his jeans.

Diana then moved her hands to the button and zipper of the jeans to release him from the tight confines. She slowly and hesitantly moved away to pull his jeans from him. She dropped them on the floor and let her dress fall to reveal her black silk underwear.

"John, do you want this as much as I?"
 
John watched as she stood up after she had focussed on the task of opening his jeans. His erection, held tight to him by the clothing now pushed at his boxers, his arousal obvious as he was half slumped back in the chair.

"John, do you want this as much as I?"

He breathed deep and hard looking at her standing nearly naked before him. He smiled. His glance caught hers and then he looked down at the tented boxers as if to say my body wants you.

He sat up and ran his hands up over her hips, his thumbs sliding up under the sides of the last scrap of clothing she was wearing.

His lips pressed against her toned, feminine tummy, his tongue probed her navel. Slowly he let his kiss wander down to the hem of her underwear.

Looking at her he whispered, "I want you to give yourself to me. Are you ready?"
 
Looking at her he whispered, "I want you to give yourself to me. Are you ready?"

Oh god was she ready. She met his eyes and nodded whispering, "Yes...please."

She looked down at John's tented boxers and swallowed heavily. She had seen a penis before but nothing like his which was straining hard and ready against the thin fabric. She began to wonder what he tasted like.

As he kissed her navel her hands slipped into his hair and moved closer to John waiting to see what happened next.
 
A little nervously John returned to kissing her belly. He wanted her but didn't want to hurt or frighten her if this really was her first time. He knew he had to take his time.

He kissed slowly along the length of the hem of her panties and moved forward, off the chair to kneel between her legs. His mouth opened and he suckled at the fabric that kept him from her for long moments, his fingers kneading the firm curve of her buttocks.

Slowly, gently he pulled with his thumbs on the thin sides of the garment that covered her virgin form. Feeling her hips move as he continued to kiss her between her legs, her hands massage his scalp, he pulled down the panties and gently leaned in to kiss the fine soft hairs that were exposed. As he did so his tongue ran out quickly to lap between Diana's nether lips.
 
Diana moaned as his mouth played on the fabric of her panties. Her hands massaged trying not to sink too deeply into his scalp. When he licked at her nether lips she screamed with pleasure. She gasped for air the feeling of his tongue and mouth making her shake, tremble wanting more. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

Diana moaned, "More..oh John...it feels soo good."

Diana almost was going weak in the knees with the feelings racing through her.
 
John moaned against her exposed pussy, lovingly kissing her softness, his tongue darting between her lips, trobing before finding the hard bud of Diana's clit and caressing it with soft laps from the tip of his tongue.

Feeling her quiver against his mouth he ran his fingers up the small of her back and as he suckled her, tasted her scent he urged and helped her to lie beside him. As she did so he sat up on his knees and removed the boxers, exposing himself to her gaze.

He lay beside her, his head facing her feet and began to kiss and suckle her soft inner thighs before again letting his lips alight on her pussy. His mouth opened her lips and his tongue probed her deeply before returning to her clit. His hardness pressed against her arm as she moved and moaned in pleasure.
 
Diana moaned louder at the change of position. She cautiously looked at John's cock close to her mouth and sighed a moan. She slowly touched it and felt it discovering how hard it was, how thick and long. She had fantasies fly through her head of him making love to her. She then took it and licked the tip of it. Liking the taste of his cock her tongue swirled around the head and her mouth opened to take the head in.

Her mouth formed around his cock taking it slowly down her throat. She then began to move her head back and forth as her right hand began to test out his balls feeling them and massaging them.

Diana kept moaning around his cock and trying to concentrate on making him feel as good as she was.
 
"I missed that too, I missed everything about us. It could be like that again... not the same, but still... we could still kiss."
He kissed her, trailing down her neck.
"We could help each other. We could comfort each other.... Oh, I missed you so."
 
John gasped as he felt Diana move and fondle his hard cock. When he felt the heat and wetness of her mouth he moaned against her pussy as he lapped her.

He moaned "Yesss," as she slid his engorged member into her mouth and suckled and moaned on it. He tried to concentrate on her and the pleasure that he wanted to give her as well as the feelings her mouth was generating in him.

With the tip of his tongue he concentrated on and around her clit, feeling her hips moving as he did so.

As she began to fondle and hold his balls he slid a finger slowly, gently, inside her sex.
 
Diana was startled at first and gasped feeling like she couldn't breathe but she moaned as the friction his finger created began to increase the intensity of her feelings. Her hips began to move faster and faster wanting more of him. She went back to sucking his cock, taking all of it in her mouth and sucking hard and moving her mouth in and out quickly. She had heard that cum was a aquired taste but she wanted to taste his first.

Then it hit her. She shrieked around John's cock like a banshee as her pussy exploded. The walls of her pussy squeezed in on John's finger and her breathing was coming out harshly. She looked over to see what John was doing feeling slightly embarressed about her actions.
 
Slowly, steadily, John caressed the inside of Diana's tight wetness. He felt her motions becoming more pronounced, her mouth clamped more intensely on his hard cock.

She began to squeal and to push her pussy against his face, his mouth sliding between her legs as she moaned and squealed on his hardness.

Helplessly, hopelessly turned on by her orgasm he couldn't help but thrust a little into her mouth. He clutched her buttocks, wildly kissing her sex as he felt his hard cock begin to spurt his seed into her wet mouth.

"Diana...." he cried out, emptying his juices into her mouth.
 
Diana felt the first shot of his cum and when it hit her tongue she almost moaned as the taste actually turned her on even more. She tried to take all of the creamy cum down her throat finding herself almost famished. She began to wonder why she hadn't tried this before or if it was just John that made her feel this way.

She cleaned up his cock and let it pop out of her mouth. She tried to catch her breath, rest and comprehend what had happened. She felt as if she had blown up and she loved it.

She looked at John to see if something was wrong. She had heard him say her name and it had made her feel good, like someone really was interested in her not the sport she played. She just relaxed allowing John to make the next move for she wasn't very sure what was to happen next.
 
Slowly John trailed his lips up Diana's body, feeling her ribs rise and fall with the deep breaths she was taking. Reaching her mouth he kissed her, letting their juices mingle so both could taste each other, while he held her tight.

After long moments he leaned back a little and looked in her eyes and stroked her hair. He smiled. "Somehow I think our drinks will have gone cold."

Holding her and between kisses and their bodies remaining close and warm as they relaxed from tier orgasms he asked her, a little nervously, "I would love it if we could go somewhere a little less public - and make love?" He left the question in his voice, knowing it was a big step for her.
 
Diana smiled up at John, "I don't love on campus I have a private apartment my parents pay for. We could go there if you like," she ran her hand through his hair loving the feel of it and then lightly kissed John. "Would that be okay?"
 
"Would that be okay?"

John deepened her kiss and on breaking it murmured, "perfect."

He got up on his haunches and ginned impishly, holding up her bra. Smiling back at him she understood and sat up to let him place it back over her breasts. He took the opportunity to sensuously feel her curves again and kiss her neck.

He grinned as she reached for his boxers. Standing up he let her put them on him and pull them slowly up as he stood before her.
 
"Ok now where did we put my underwear," Diana picked up her dress and found her shoes but couldn't find the black silk panties she had worn. She also picked up John's sweater and pulled it roughly over his head and grinned at him.

"Hope you won't be too warm with that on now," she smiled at him and then kissed him lightly. "I think I will never forget this room."
 
John pulled on his jeans then stooped and picked up the panties, dangling them on his finger before slipping them in his pocket. He stepped close. "I expect we have a little drive to your aprtment," he whispered, "maybe I can entertain you a little on the way without these." He smiled and helped her with her dress.
 
As her dress was situated over her head and onto her body.
"What are do you mean?"

Diana put on her shoes and grabbed her purse and walked to the door and waited for him. They left the coffee shop, Diana avoiding the shop owner, and got into her car ready to go to her apartment. She started the car and put it into drive.

"It will just take a little bit of time to get to my place."

She looked over at John curiously.
 
He slid into the passenger seat and waited until they were on the highway, knowing how intrigued Diana was. Then he reached over and placed his palm on her thigh, sliding it up, pushing the dress up with it, slowly exposing her right leg.

His fingers gently massaged her inner thigh before sliding up, pushing up her dress on both sides, exposing her to his view.

His hand gently stroked her soft hairs, not quite daring to slide between her legs as he saw her hands twitch a little on the wheel and the truck coming towards them down the road.
 
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