Uzma accepts the ride home but they get distracted

Uzma readily accepted the invitation to be driven home. She in no way was going to walk home in the searing heat.

"So Uzma, you’ve never been really kissed?” “No, not really,” she said and looked down. Uzma could feel the blush creeping up to warm her cheeks. He touched her lips with a fingertip and lick his sensual lips. “That’s okay,” he said softly. “Would you like to be really kissed?” He took her chin with his fingertips and gently turned her to face him. “May I kiss you?”

Uzma had no idea what to say to that. He was a lot older than the guys at school and he was absolutely ravishing. Uzma thought that it would be nice to be kissed by someone with experience, someone that wasn’t a fumbling boy. Her eyes focused on his sensual mouth and she nodded slightly.

He leaned closer then brushed his lips across hers. The touch was gentle and soft. He looked at her then brushed his lips against hers again, a little more firmly, a caress. She closed her eyes as her body thrilled in sudden excitement. She could smell his after-shave as he nibbled on her full bottom lip with his strong teeth and she parted her lips for more. His tongue brushed her slightly open lips softly then flicked within.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, his voice dark and husky. “Yes,” she whispered then opened her eyes to look at him. “Good,” his voice deepened to a sensual growl. “Now open your mouth a little wider, I want to taste you.” Uzma blinked, and then licked her lips. He leaned in and cradled her face between his palms. His tongue swept in to brush hers, strong and very warm. A streak of interest flared from her mouth to her nipples and arrowed down to her crotch. Carefully, he cupped one large hand behind her head; his fingers tangling in her long hair and placed his other muscular arm gently around her shoulders then pulled her a little closer. She put her hands on his powerful shoulders and curled her fingers into his long silky hair.