I had to look stupid. I mean, my eyes were glazed over and my mouth was half open as I stared at her. I was still nervous, terrified even. But, really, Tori didn’t seem to reflect any of my own uncertainty, and she showed none of the lack of confidence that I had.
The first kiss had been beautiful. It was sensual and gentle. And now the second one was even more incredible. Her mouth moved over mine, small kisses with flicks of the tongue, not penetrating very deeply but just flicking over my lips and the tip of my tongue. And as she did, her hands moved up to squeeze at my breasts.
When she backed away, she smiled softly, and I returned that same glazed eyes and mouth open look. I was completely paralyzed. While she was kissing me, I was able to respond to the kiss. But when we weren’t kissing, I was just staring at her. I just didn’t know what the hell to do. It was so strange because my experiences with men had not been nearly so paralyzing. In fact, I was usually very aggressive. If I wanted to sleep with a boy, it was well on its way with just the first kiss. If I didn’t want to sleep with him, I gave him a few seconds of making out before I gently pushed him away.
I had never wanted any boy before as much as I wanted Tori, a very feminine female, at that moment. And I was paralyzed! Utterly passive! She could do whatever the hell she wanted to me, but I couldn’t find a way to participate actively. It was so strange and so different. I did manage to lift up my arms as she pulled my top up, and it ended up sliding over my head. She tossed it to the floor, and I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts sprang free at once. I felt strangely naked and exposed in a way I hadn’t felt since the first time I’d ever been topless, which had been some time in high school with my first boyfriend.
She leaned forward and kissed me again, this time more aggressively. Her tongue slid past my teeth and wrestled with my tongue. Her hands moved to my bare breasts, and she began gently squeezing at my bare nipples, pinching them softly.
She broke off the kiss, moved down, and put her lips over one of my nipples. She only did it just enough before she backed away and put her hands under my shoulders to lift me to a standing position. I complied, still passively and still trying to figure out why I wanted her so badly. I wanted everything to happen, so why the hell couldn’t I get in on it? Why couldn’t I be one of the people directing things?
When she had me standing up, I felt her hands at the button of my jeans. And then the second button, and then the third, and then the fourth, and then my jeans were coming down. She pulled them to my ankles, and I found the courage to step out of them as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties.
At that point, I stood naked in front of her. She was still fully clothed, and if she had been a boy, I would’ve been tearing off her clothing. But, instead, I just passively stared at her. She smiled at me, took my hand, and then brought me back to the couch. The next thing I knew, I ended up kneeling on it with one hand over the back of the couch, the other hand over one of the cushions, and my ass in the air.