Sense eventually wins, but not before some fun first

"Gavin..." Victoria swooned between kisses. This was like a dream, a sweet and wonderful dream that had come true. She had always yearned for a touch as light yet firm as what Gavin was giving her right now. She knew his actions were all about her pleasure; no guy had touched her like this before, not even Zack last night. That memory groggily awoke in her head, but it was quietly put to sleep by Gavin's lips.

She ran her hands up his arms, feeling those wiry muscles she saw before. She gripped one of his forearms and dragged its hand around to her clothed breasts. She felt his hesitancy, but pushing her chest ended that immediately. Again, he fondled her much like a novice would -- a little too strong which mashed her bra into her flesh, then too soft, then roughly massaging her pointed nipple -- but it never felt painful or ****. She just drew him in closer, propping herself on her good foot, and latched onto his shoulders.

She writhed against his abdomen, pressing her stomach against his waist, and his erection became mightily evident. Still clinging on, she snaked a hand down his chest and found the waistband of his shorts. He stopped her when this happened before, but not this time. He relished the sensations far too much to stop, even as Victoria slipped inside to grab on.

Gavin jerked involuntarily and broke their current kiss. She dreamily looked up at him, judging his reaction. Slowly, Victoria pulled her palm along his long cock, staring at Gavin with glassy green eyes. He groaned with a pained expression, then ran his breast-squeezing hand under her shirt for better access. She leaned into him, and his lips caught hers again, with her other hand now firmly entrenched in his hair.

Their makeout session grew more chaotic by the minute. Gavin somehow lost his shorts and had Victoria grinding in his lap. Victoria's shirt lay strewn in the grass nearby as Gavin fumbled with her bra. She quickly became impatient and did the job herself, snapping off her blue lacey undergarment and flashing her bobbing, milky tits in the morning sun. Light pink areolas surrounded her hardened nipples, and Gavin licked his lips in anticipation.

But he stopped. Sitting there in the sod, a sexy half-naked girl in his lap grinding away at his crotch, reality again violently entered his head. This went above and beyond his wildest dreams, and the fact that it actually happened with someone as gorgeous as Victoria -- or Victoria herself -- was so unfathomable that reality had **** but to enter by ****. Hi vision cleared and he stared at Victoria in pure awe, so captivated by the moment that he froze. Victoria, sensing Gavin's inaction, eventually slowed her grinding and stopped. Her eyes unglazed as well, and Gavin saw the creeping flush over her pale body.

"Oh... oh my god," Victoria stuttered. Her words were not scared or defensive, but simply shocked. She flashed the briefest of smiles as her skin reddened more deeply.

"What, the hell, was that," Gavin said slowly.

"I-I-I don't know!" Victoria's voice quivered as she laughed. "Jesus Gavin, you've got me topless and bucking against your cock, fuck. And you say you can't get girls." She rocked off his lap onto her feet, limping a bit on her sprained ankle.

"Need some help?" Gavin asked genuinely.

"Oh no," she replied, putting on her bra. "You've helped me enough, thank you."

Gavin just smiled, a happy one. He apparently had some kind of gift, and a powerful one at that. She's right, he thought. If he could dredge up that level of confidence to the surface, the world was his oyster. Still, something unnerved him, tugging at his brain. As he went for his shorts though, he exchanged a worried glance with Victoria.

"Do you still like Zack?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied quickly enough, at least to Gavin. "Do you still like Heather?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said. They kept their stare though, even as Victoria pulled her shirt on. If he didn't know any better, he would've said that a hint of disappointment was in Victoria's eyes.

"We really need to head back," she finally said. "C'mon, Vin."

"Vin?" Gavin stood up and offered a hand to Victoria. She pushed it away, smiling.

"Just a pet name. Between us."

Gavin smiled cautiously. "And.. you, Vicky?"

"No, no," she countered, shaking her head. Zack calls me that... "No, just... Vee. Just that. If you want."

"Vee it is," Gavin replied quickly. Victoria grinned.

"We have to go." Victoria made her way down the hill. "Let's go Vin!"

Gavin walked behind her, just in case she needed anything. "Right behind you, Vee."

Victoria contemplated a couple of double entendres in her head for a moment with Gavin's reply, but let the thought slip away.