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She is the One (Part 17)

Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

(wondering how they get those corks to fit in such a tight space) and turned to find Kayla standing next to me. “Damn!” I shouted, jumping and nearly dropping the bottles, “How the hell did you do that?” “Do what?” she asked with a smile. “Ninja your way down here,” I replied, “I didn’t hear you at all.” She shrugged. “Practice?” “That still doesn’t make sense.” She giggled. “No, but that’s kind of the point.” “So what’s up?” She took the bottles from me and set them down next to the refrigerator. Then she snaked her arms around my neck and brought her lips up to mine for a sweet, long kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, our lips dancing together in a song of love and passion that only grew stronger with every passing minute. It wasn’t a hot and heavy kiss; it was one of those passionate kisses you wait a long time for and the result is always so much better than you expected. In fact, this one was so amazing that I felt myself responding within seconds. Her groin was molded to mine and she felt right away when my boner stuck out and she giggled. “Later,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. “Later when? Not tonight?” “Yes, tonight. It’s been over a week.” “But our parents are here!” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they will retire outside for some ‘adult time’.” Before you get excited, ‘adult time’ basically means long talks about responsibility and taxes and politics and shit. In short, everything a teenager wants no part of. I smiled at her. “So ... we will have our own ‘private time’ during ‘adult time’?” “Of course! Unless you don’t want to…” She looked a little guilty. “No, I do!” I said quickly. She was right; a week was a pretty damn long time to wait for sex. She brightened at once. “See you then, stud,” she said with a wink and turned away. She started up the stairs, pulling up her skirt to show me her bare bottom. No underwear. Little minx. If mom wondered why it had taken me so long to fetch the champagne, she didn’t say anything. “All right!” she called, her voice echoing through the house, “Time to serve!” Everyone formed a line in the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and loaded it as best they could. There was so much food, we would probably all need three plates in order to sample everything. I took as small a portion as I could but I still only managed to get a fraction of what mom had made. I did make sure to save some space for Mrs. Hannigan’s peady pwas. I loaded some rice onto my plate and then dipped a ladle into the green-and-red paste where peas, bacon, and what looked like onions swirled together in an odd-looking concoction. It smelled good, but… We carried our ten-pound plates over to the table and, after a minute of deciding seating arrangements (I made sure to sit next to Kayla), we all sat and my dad poured the champagne for the adults. The kids had to content themselves with milk. Once the drinks had been served, we laced our fingers and began our prayer: God is great God is good Now we thank you for ...