Emma

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Emma's smile widens as you slowly lean forwards, tilting your head to gently touch your lips together. You close your eyes, as you gently her soft lips, feeling Emma take your head in her hands as your french kiss deepens. Your mouths start hungrily moving over one another, and you place one hand behind her waist and the other between her shoulder blades as you pull the beautiful redhead closer to you, never letting up on the kiss. Your tongue meets Emma's in the middle, and they dance together amidst the passionate movement of your lips. The kiss grows more and more ****, until the two of you finally part with a gasp. Emma's sparkling, emerald eyes meet yours, lust hiding under the contours of her pretty face.

"That was very good," remarks Mr Clarke, and you turn with some surprise to see him watching. "Very sensual, a nice rapid progression into deep mutual passion. Do it again, but this time, I'd like to see Emma have some dominance, and lead the kiss."

The Irish girl nods, smiling wolfishly as she turns to where you sit, perched on the edge of the sofa. In one swift movement, she's straddled you, and before you know it her hands are around your head and her mouth is on yours. You start with a surprisingly tender closed-mouth kiss, Emma's lustful, half-closed eyes never leaving yours. Your kiss grows far faster, this time: Emma playfully tugs on your lip with her teeth, then presses her open mouth into yours, her tongue sliding between your lips to explore the inside of your mouth. The tension suddenly leaves your body as you give into your instincts, kissing back lovingly, as you hug Emma tight against your body.

Never letting her lips leave yours, Emma starts grinding against your raging erection. In return, you slide your hands under her shirt, feeling her smooth, strong back, then trailing round to her soft, perky breasts. Emma moans into your mouth as you gently squeeze on of them. In return, you feel her fingers running down your tank top, to begin pulling it up from the bottom. Your lips are separated for only a moment as Emma pulls the garment over your head, and then her hands start exploring your body with as much enthusiasm as her tongue has for your mouth. Emma pulls herself as close to you as possible, her taut stomach pressing against yours, as you desperately try to somehow get closer to one another. Her legs wrap around yours, seemingly of their own accord, as she presses her breasts against your chest.

You prise her off you to remove her skimpy T-shirt, neither of you caring about the rest of the class. Then your lips crash back together, your bare upper bodies entwining as you kiss Emma with more carnal desire than you've ever felt in your life. You don't know how long the two of you kiss and touch one another, but all too soon you hear the soft gonging noise of the bell.

Reluctantly, the two of you separate yourselves. Emma is totally unabashed to have her tits openly visible to the class, and for good reason: they're perky, rounded, and perfectly proportioned to her body. With regret, she slowly picks herself off you, and tugs her shirt back over her chest, as you also re-clothe. Glancing around, you see that though two of the girls are slowly parting from a wet kiss, three others weren't even pretending to kiss one another, but had been watching you and Emma intently. Gabrielle, however, doesn't even seem to be participating in the class at all - instead, she's tapping at her phone whilst facing away from the group.

Mr Clarke gives you some quick feedback - mostly some things about lack of subtlety - but he also makes it clear he understands you got rather carried away... You certainly don't regret that kiss, and leave the class with your arm around Emma's shoulder.