See if he can make it a very good night?

 As he kissed her, he slid his hands up and down her back.  She pressed her body to his, and as his hands came to rest under her breasts, she began to tremble.

   "You seem so perfect for me," she whispered.  "We seem to match so well.  But I'm just getting out on my own - not even that, since I'm living with my sister.  And it doesn't help that I keep thinking about her being off with Joseph, making love all night long."

   "I have to admit," Martin replied, "that I have been thinking about that too.  And wishing that I could be doing the same with you."

   "Oh.  You are not helping at all.  You must think me truly immoral, just a bitch in heat, but I am really tempted to go along with that."

   He kissed her forehead.  "No. I am honored that you find me tempting, and more so that you can speak of it so openly.  It would be wonderful to undress you, to kiss and fondle you all over, and to make you very happy as many times as I could."

   Lisa leaned her head against his chest and was silent.  It was plain to Martin that she was thinking about what he had just said, but what she was thinking about it he had no idea of.  Perhaps she was now resigned that this man who had seemed so nice was only one more who was only skin-deep and only interested in getting a few inches into her skin.  Or perhaps she was deciding to take his offer and offer herself to be taken.

   She looked silently downward, and he would have given a great deal at that moment to know if she were only staring into space or if she was looking from the corner of her eye at his erection and imagining how it would feel as it plunged into her, and deciding if she should find out.  That last possibility made his erection even harder and perhaps drew her attention if her eyes were not there already.

   Martin wanted to sway her will toward the horizontal by trying to tempt her more, so he said softly:

   "I want to kiss you very hard and long while I take the zipper down on your long green dress.  I want to drop it in a soft puddle on the floor, on your bedroom floor.  I want to take you in my arms and unfasten the back of your brassiere with one hand while the other begins to caress your wonderful breasts.  I want to raise your nipples until they stick out like little peaks, until they are erect and as hard as the erection you have given me.

   "I want to lift you up," he continued, "and place you in the middle of your bed.  I want to run my hands over you and explore your body with my fingers while my tongue explores your mouth.  I want to touch your face, your neck, your shoulders, your stomach, and then your breasts again.

   "I want to caress your little feet after I remove your shoes.  I want to touch your calves, and kiss them.  I want to glide my hands over the outside of your thighs, and then your knees and then the soft skin of your inner thighs.

   "I want to lift your hips and slide your panties off and caress the hair beneath them.  I want to find the opening to your very center and touch it and hold it and rub it with my fingertips.

   "I want to touch and rub and probe you there, with my fingers - and if you want with my lips and tongue - until you have reached the height of excitement.  I want to have you flowing with desire for me, weak with the strength of your need until you beg me to go on.

   "I want to open your legs and enter you gently and with tenderness and respect.  I want to awaken your body from level to level, and then play your body like a piano - no, a piano accordion, since I want to press you with my fingers and gently squeeze you with my hands and arms until you crescendo and climax and cry out with the sweetest music I could ever hear and feel you squeeze my organ in turn."

   Lisa turned her face up to his with an expression of conflicting emotions.

   "I want you to, but I surely don't know whether I should want you to," she said.

   "But I do, very much," Lisa continued.  "I want to feel your hands all over me.  I want to feel your lips and young tongue all over, even in places I've never had anyone's.  And I hope you have a condom, because God help me I want to feel you all the way up in me!"

   He bent over her and whispered to her: "Yes, I have one." And then he kissed her mouth and held her shoulders.  At her next whimper at the touch of his tongue against hers, one hand moved to the center of her back, to the top of the zipper on her long green dress.

   Martin did everything that he said he would for the next several minutes, as she wanted him to do each one. Each minute seemed less real to her than the last and each more intense in what it did to her.

   Then she lay on her bed, her nipples tight and hard and wet with his saliva, her body flushed and tense with arousal, as her hips lifted to let Martin take from her the last bit of clothing she wore, the last barrier between their bodies.  For the man before her and above her was naked, and his eyes could not be moved from the place between his legs, where what seemed like a foot of braunschweiger sausage was pointing at her, and she was not sure it could fit where she ached to feel it.

   He turned then to reach into his clothing, and she drew in a breath when he drew a condom out.  But she reached her small hands out to take his erection and help him stretch the latex over the tube of flesh.

   As Lisa lay back again, Martin followed her.  He placed his face above hers and kissed her, at the same time touching one taut nipple and gently turning its tip.  Then that hand ran down her side, across her stomach, and toward the hair between her legs.

   Then that hand found her slick labia, and Lisa whimpered into his mouth.  One extended finger passed through, and he fulfilled one fantasy he had known about this young woman earlier tonight, as he circled the inside of her tunnel while his tongue did the inside of her mouth.  She shook in his arms.

   Martin prowled her body, touching and probing and kissing, building her tension and sensation until she wondered if her heart and soul could stand it.

   His body had shifted many times in the last few minutes, so that his hands and lips could reach everywhere on her.  But she came to realize that the last change of position was different, because her lower lips were not beings parted this time by his fingers.

   Lisa's face looked up into his as he held his body poised above hers, and her eyes stared up with an expression that slowly changed from concern or perhaps fear to something between resolves and acceptance.

   “I have to ask,” he whispered, “so that I can know and be sure that you know yourself.  Do you want me to go on? To go in?”