Just a little

Natasha chatted about skating as she headed back toward his home. Finally she stopped for a minute and asked, "Why, do you think, that none of the other girls asked you to do lifts with them?{if cindidate=true} When you were out for a date with Cindi, they were all over you."{endif}

"Because they're intimidated by you."

She looked puzzled. "But why? Some of them are every bit as good skaters as I am."

"Because you're beautiful, of course. You already know that being as beautiful as you creates a sort of wall between you and the rest of the world."

"That's sort of profound, Matt."

"Not really, since we were talking about it earlier."

"No offense, but most guys don't bother listening when I talk."

"I have a sister. If I hadn't learned to listen to women, I probably would be buried in a shallow grave back in Michigan."

She giggled. "Did... did you like lifting me?"

"Hell yeah. I'll probably get in trouble for saying this but it was completely hot."

"It was... sort of hot for me, too."

She pulled into his driveway. "It's a school night. I suppose we should--"

If that wasn't an invitation, Matt didn't know what was. He kissed her.

Just for a second, he thought he'd made a mistake. Natasha's lips went hard and unyielding, then they softened and she pressed back into his kiss.

{if cindidate=true}"I liked kissing you when you were on that date with Cindi," she whispered. "I felt very naughty kissing you when you were dating someone else."

"Is kissing me when I'm dating you at least almost as good?"

"Shut up and don't make fun of me."{endif}

He kissed her again and she moaned. Then she grabbed his hand and pushed it between her legs. "When you grabbed me here," she whispered, "I thought I was going to die."

He let his fingers stroke the wetness of her skating panties. He hadn't been wrong, she was completely soaked.

He pressed harder, feeling the fold of her lips beneath the fabric and she arched her back, pushing back against his fingers. "Oh yes. Keep going."

Matt certainly wasn't going to refuse that invitation. He pressed harder, sliding his fingers along the slickness of her panties, pressing between her outer lips and against her clit.

"Oh, jeez. Oh, Matt. It's... I'm..." She let out a loud gasp.

"I... I have to go."

"Okay." He kissed her again. "I had fun. See you tomorrow, right?"

"I'll be here. And thanks for the date, Matt. I don't usually... I never... I have to go."

The second he got out, she squealed her tires out of the driveway.

"Talk about blueballs," he muttered to himself. Still, he wasn't completely unsatisfied with how that had turned out. Natasha had seemed surprised with the intensity of her orgasm which had to be a positive, right?