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“Do I ask first or just do it?”
Adele ponders my question. “It depends on the situation. For example, if you are unsure where you stand with a girl—let’s say it’s awkward between you two—you could ask her. But do it in a soft, low-key way, and just a short question. Otherwise, you should just go for the kiss.”
“May I kiss you?” I say, trying to sound low-key with my voice lowered.
“That’s good how you phrased the question, but touch my cheek before you ask, like this.” Adele grazes my cheek, her hand stays as she leans in, but she does not kiss. “Try to be natural when you ask.”
I touch her cheek the way she showed me, and I say, “May I kiss you?”
“Good, now lean in before I have a chance to say anything.”
I lean in toward her lips.
“Yes,” she says quietly.
I close my eyes and press my lips hard against hers, and I feel her lips with my tongue.
“Okay—wait,” she says.
I tear my face away. “Sorry. That must’ve been terrible.”
“Not terrible, but you’re learning. Again, the kiss is situational. Unless you’re in a frenzied, passionate moment, you want to start off slow and soft. Everybody is different with their preferences; some like lots of tongue, others don’t. Kissing for the first time, and even a few times after, is a guessing game. Allow your partner to take control of what they want, and then you take control of the kiss.”
“Okay. Want to try again?”
“Go ahead. Don’t ask this time, just do it.”
I take a deep breath and press my hand against my crotch. I’m rock hard and have been the whole time we’ve been sitting next to each other. Adele takes my hands and places them in her lap.
I look into her sweet eyes as I lean in again, then I close them, and turn my head slightly. I touch her lips ever so gently with mine, feeling not only the softness of her lips, but the valleys and curves. I move my hands so that I am cupping her warm cheeks. Then, I press just the tip of my tongue against the slight opening of her mouth. She opens her mouth a tiny bit more until her tongue touches mine. Then our mouths open more, and our tongues press fully against the other, then start wrapping, twirling, and playing.
Adele squeezes the inside of my thighs. Her hands drift closer to my cock. Without thinking, I push her down onto her back on the table. The books drop to the floor in a loud thud. My body is partially on top of her, and partially braced on the ground. If I throw myself fully on top of her, I may not be able to control myself.
As we kiss deeper and my jeans continue rubbing against my cock, I feel the base throbbing, then moving up the shaft until the throbbing is in the tip. I dry hump her, and her legs wrap around my lower back. I hear a soft moan as I gently nibble up and down her neck.
It starts happening … the uncontrollable spasms of pleasure rolling from my balls out of the tip of my cock. I breathe into her lips, and she kisses me harder as I come in my pants. I hold back from yelling from the intense feeling continuing to come out of my cock like an endless cycle. I feel the hotness of my cum dripping down my thigh.
Wanting to be inside Adele.
I jump off of her. I look down at my jeans at the dark stain in my crotch area.
“I’m sorry,” I say hoarsely.
“For what?” Adele says, sitting up. Her hands are pressed between her thighs.
“Did I take it too far?” I say.
Adele looks at me but does not answer.