1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 1


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    she had called me several times. But for that moment, that little moment even if not for much longer, I was still a boy, and I could not act. She took another step forward and took my face in her hands -- we were the same height-- and she leaned forward and kissed me. It’s a cliche, but it felt as if a current sparked and then coursed through my body at her touch. She kissed me tenderly at first, her lips soft against mine. I had agonized over this kind of moment before when I had not dared kiss girls in the past. I would worry about noses bumping, or where to put my hands, and things like that, and as a result the moment would pass and there would be no kiss. As soon as our lips met, something changed in me. There was no longer any fear. My hands went instinctively to her waist, and her arms went around my neck. And as good as it felt, there was a little part of me watching from the outside, thinking with relief and amazement, “She’s kissing me! She actually wants me!” At that moment, my ego, a few sizes too small, grew closer to where it needed to be. As her lips felt so soft and tender against mine, I felt my penis begin to stiffen, and even as it did, her tongue darted into my mouth and found mine. We kissed like that, magically, passionately for a lifetime and an instant all in one. She broke the kiss, and looked at me carefully, with a little worry perhaps as well, even though her breath was coming quickly and somewhat raggedly. “Michael, I don’t think you will believe ...
    me, but I enjoyed that more than you will ever know is possible. However, I should ask you now if you want to stay or leave. I feel I have this… responsibility. But if you stay, you should know I intend to seduce you.” She said this last part in a way that was both matter-of-fact and incredibly erotic (perhaps as a result of how plainly she spoke). Five minutes earlier, such words would have had my gaze glued to the ground, leaving me paralyzed, incapable of speech. But that was before Kristina had kissed me. “I’d like to stay, Kristina,” I answered, perhaps not confidently, but at least audibly, and looking right at her. The smile that broke across her face is one that I should never have forgotten, although I did for all too long, until I found the Polaroid like a messenger from the past, as the smile in the Polaroid was the same smile she radiated at me at that moment. She kissed me again, but this time instead of putting her arms around my neck, she slid them under my back of my shirt and up towards my shoulders. She caressed my back, and the feeling of her hands against my skin was heavenly. My penis again stiffened, and I stupidly worried that it would bother her or offend her, despite what she had just said. I tried to tilt my hips away from her, as I had done at so many dances in school when an unwanted erection came along. Kristina, however, pushed her hips against mine, and when her body came in contact with my erection, she murmured, “Oh, yes Michael, you are hard ...
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