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Shattered Memories Ch 3

Date: 12/18/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

didn't last long. The kiss had a layer of need underneath it, need that I latched onto. I let my left hand drift slowly down her waist, cupping those excellent buttocks, kneading the half firm flesh. She moaned into my mouth, pushing her crotch into me, allowing me to sense her excitement, letting her body language direct me to wear she wanted to go next. She applied some pressure on my chest and I broke the kiss, as she scrabbled for the bottom of my T-shirt. I allowed her to lift it off my chest, as she took a brief glance at my torso. "Oooh, me likey," she whispered, playfully. "This is hardly fair. I've no shirt. You do. Pfft. Laaaaame." This cracked her up, once again, and I enjoyed the lovely sensation of being slightly crushed by a laughing young lady. "Hmm, we better fix that," she replied, her smile growing by a few hundred watts. She lifted her shirt, in one smooth motion. Her lower torso was a very light shade of tan, not reaching even close to the tan of her arms, but still more tan than pale. I was impressed. I was also right on my earlier observation; she was naturally slender, but her bone structure put some emphasis on her curves. She wasn't skinny, but there were no fat rolls, at all. "Oh, delicious," I muttered. I dove in for her, kissing the lowest point of her visible torso, slowly making my way up, causing her to giggle a little (which was awesome. That bra was coming off, ASAP). As I passed her belly, I allowed my tongue to roll out, and snake its way ... across her skin, the lightest pressure I could possibly apply, without breaking contact. This caused her to shiver (oh my god, I need to get that damn bra off). As I reached the clasp of her bra, I ran my tongue over it, before alternating back to kissing, up the valley between her bosom. As I reached the apex of the climb, I leaned left, biting gently on the flesh of her exposed breast. She whimpered at that, and grabbed my head, pushing me in. In some corner of my mind, I was cheering that her boobs were sensitive, and I was eager to find out how much exactly so. While I continued a gentle, circular bite pattern, alternating between biting her skin directly and biting the bra, intentionally encouraging it to chafe her nipples (this caused her to squirm, and in proximity to her boobs, the effect was delightful). I was torturing her, she knew it and she was loving every second of it. The temptation to push her to the edge of endurance was there, but I gave into my baser instinct of self satisfaction, and decided to put her out of her misery. Sort of. I reached around and grabbed the bra clasp, and I shit you not, first time dude. Man, RNJesus (random number generator) was on my side that day. The clasp was undone, but I wasn't quite done with my bra-based fun. I allowed the material to loosen a little, but when she went to shrug it off her shoulders, I immediately grasped them, growling at her gently. She loved that, and attempted to nip my lips, but I pulled back, before ...