Exactly as she asked

Tom was rather surprised by Jackie's actions, especially given her shy history, but he quickly recovered by returning the kiss ardently and wrapping his arms around her to stroke her soft, bare back. He felt her tongue poke through her lips and tease at his, so he opened his mouth and thrust his tongue into her warm mouth. She moved her hands around to the back of his neck; her breasts pressed against his shirt felt great, and he could feel her nipples rubbing his chest through the fabric.

As their tongues tangoed, he skimmed his hands down her back to her jean-covered ass and pulled her in tight to his body. He was certain that she could feel his stiff penis pushing into her belly. He broke the kiss, bent down, and grabbed her around the hips, lifting her over his shoulder. She squealed with delight, and he patted her butt while he walked toward the stairs to the second floor.

"Which one is yours, my dear?" he asked, twisting around to show her the hallway and craning his head to see where she indicated.

"That one," she said, pointing to the door at the end of the hall. He turned again and went through the door.

The walls were covered in posters of movie stars. Above the bed was a shelf with a neat row of stuffed animals on it. The bedspread was pink with flowers on it. It was definitely a girl's room. He tossed her down on the bed, and she and her breasts bounced wonderfully. She had a big grin on her face.

Tom dropped on top of her and kissed her hard, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and playing with her tongue. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she twisted it around his, exploring with fervor. His fingers found her tit and massaged it, bringing a gasp from her when he rubbed across her nipple.

Jackie said breathlessly, "I've wanted you since I watched you mow the lawn for my sixteenth birthday party." He kissed her cheek and down her neck, and she sucked in air when his tongue flicked at the sensitive junction between her neck and shoulder. "I just melted inside seeing your bare chest and your muscles working to push the mower. I had to run upstairs and jill myself, imagining you touching me with your hot, sweaty body, just to get through the party. I was always so shy around you that I could never ask you out." Her hands caressed his back, very lightly scratching with her nails.

He stopped and said with a chuckle, "You seem to have gotten over your shyness."