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"Sorry," she softly said. "Didn't mean to surprise you like that."

"That's okay," I casually replied, surprising her as I put my arms around her and pulled her in close. "I just had to get in my zone."

I leaned in close, taking her lips into my own for a gentle kiss. At first I kept things simple and slow as she had done earlier. When she got into it, that's when I really started to ramp up the passion, all while trying my best to avoid her glasses. She uttered a surprised moan, but still kept up with me. Our heads tilted in and out, lips mashing together in harmony. She reached up, grabbing my shirt tightly in both hands, moaning softly onto my lips as we'd engaged into a deeply amorous kiss.

I pulled away for just a second, both of us panting softly as we gazed hungrily at one another. I gently removed her glasses, holding them behind her back. With my other hand, I gently stroked her soft cheek. She sighed quietly in content, a gentle smile forming across her lips. I let my fingertips explore her face, admiring her soft, pale features. My hand fell away just before the two of us went right back to passionately assaulting each other’s' lips.

Both of us softly moaned and sighed. She hooked an arm around my neck, eagerly pulling herself closer to me. To think I was kissing the girl of my school day dreams. I'd imagined this moment and fantasized about it for the longest time. I'd always figured if we ever had a first kiss between us, it would be calm and delicate. I was more than happy with how magnetized we were toward each other, unable to get enough of the taste of each other’s lips. Elated by the intimacy of our kiss, I reached up and gently squeezed her breast. I'd just taken a huge risk of completely ruining the mood and it was an awfully presumptuous move, but I had to know ... if there was chance she would let it go further.

The way she looked at me when she suddenly broke away from our kiss made me feel like I just committed a horrible transgression. I let my hand fall away, unsure of what to say to her. However, she didn't chastise me or run away or even slap me. Instead, she took my hand and placed it back on her breast.

"Jordan ... told me ...," she breathily said, "about the ... other thing you said ... you thought about me."

"And you're ... not mad or ... weirded out by it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. ... I want to know ... just how you fantasize about me." Then, she leaned in and whispered, "Show me," before melding her lips back into mine.

I casually slipped her glasses into her back pocket, freeing up my hand to amorously rub her back. At the same time, I happily squeezed and massaged her breasts with my other hand. Our lips popped and sucked one another, panting with increasing desire. Both of us were getting very excited. I wanted to stroke while the iron was hot.

I kept an arm behind her back, my other hand protecting the back of her head before pressing her firmly against the wall behind her. Her lips broke away momentarily as she uttered a soft grunt. I immediately shoved my lips back over hers, our kiss becoming much heavier and lustful.

Once I pulled away from the kiss, my lips darted into her neck. She moaned quietly in response, her head easing back for me. Both of us panted with eagerness. In the back of my mind, I was in complete and utter shock that this was really happening. All I could think about was how I just wanted her so badly, more than anything in the whole world. She was so spectacular, radiant and flawless in my eyes. I couldn't possibly have hid my intense desire for her at that point.

The sweet scent of her perfume overtook my senses. I hungrily licked and sucked on her neck like it was made out of candy. She moaned in content while I practically coated her neck with my saliva. As I kissed downward, a blockade. Her shirt. My mind was racing, dazed with desire. I became obsessed with a single goal at a time. I had to get her shirt off as quickly as possible.

I immediately reached down, grabbing the hem and whipping it upwards. She held her arms up as I quickly slid it up and threw it aside. That's when I found another blockade. I threw my hands behind her back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra until it came loose. I practically ripped it off her body, unable to get it off quickly enough.

Then, I grabbed her wrists, hearing her gasp as I pinned them to the wall. I was possessed; primal. I didn't know if I was scaring her or exciting her at that point, until she spoke to me.

"Show me," she panted. "Show me what it's like for me to be in your fantasies ..."

Hearing that made me come to my senses for a moment. My eyes had lit up with excitement as I gazed into the sparkling eyes of the most beautiful girl I knew.

"You're so amazing," I whispered. "I want you so badly."

"I want you even more ..." she whispered back.

That's when I planted my lips back over hers, sharing a deeply passionate kiss with her. We moaned onto each other’s' lips, sucking and clamping upon one another's face. I then pulled away, taking my sucking and clamping down to her beautiful breasts. She moaned with a quickly increasing intensity, watching me as I licked all around her nipple and areola. I sucked hard on her breast and pulled my head back, practically trying to pull it off, before shoving my face deep into the soft mound of porcelain flesh. I swear the raging boner that I had for her was going to rip right through my jeans.

I needed to have her, even just this one time, to finally quench the aching desire I've always had for her. She knew how intensely I wanted to take her and she was completely receptive to it all.

"Oh, Anthony ...," she moaned.

Hearing her voice call out to me like that was enough to push me onward.