"... to kiss me?"

"... to kiss me?" she asks, her fingers playing in your hair. Her touch is like a small electric current across your skin as she massages your scalp.

"Um..." you say with a gulp. As excited as you are, you are still nervous. You can't trust your voice in this situation, so you just act, lean into her, and give her a nice hard kiss on the lips. Your hand rests on her shoulder lightly. Her lips are warm, soft and moist. A hint of strawberry, probably from lip gloss, tickles your tongue. You break the kiss and look at her. Her green eyes flash something animal and hungry.

She entwines her fingers in your hair and pulls your head down, capturing your lips with hers. Her other hand caresses your back as her tongue darts quickly across your lips, tasting you. You encircle her body with your arms and thrust your tongue into her mouth; she moans into you. Your moist tongue twirls around hers, delving into deep corners of the inside of her mouth. As she breaths a little harder through her nose, you can feel her breasts squishing into your chest. You break the kiss, leaving her panting, and lick down her cheek to her neck. You flick it rapidly where her neck joins her shoulder, a place you've found sensitive on other women. Her sharp intake of breath that she lets out in a low growl tells you all you need to confirm your knowledge. You draw back to look her in the face.

"I'd think that I should kiss you, Professor," you say with a sly grin. She smiles up to her emerald eyes.

"Please, call me 'Bonnie'. Can we do some more of that?" she asks, licking her lips.

"By all means, Bonnie," and you kiss her again. She immediately resumes the tongue kiss, this time exploring your mouth. Your libido is smoking, and your erection is pressed against her thigh. She rubs her leg up and down a bit, sending amazing nerve impulses into your cock. You moan into her mouth. For someone twice your age, she is very horny. Images of what you imagine she looks like naked run through your head. What do her tits look like? Does the carpet match the drapes? Does she shave down below? You smile through the kiss as you anticipate the discovery of those answers.