Maybe it was working, Joey decided. He stuck his tongue into Jane's ear. That made the girl squirm. And when Joey felt her body moving, he began to feel more confident.

He kissed her on the mouth again. This time, though, Jane let her lips open. And when Joey felt her wet mouth open, he slipped his tongue between her lips.

Their tongues met and began intertwining. Joey opened his eyes in horny astonishment. Jane was kissing him like he'd never been kissed before. Sure, he'd French kissed other girls. But not like this. This girl kissed as though she meant it.

The next thing Joey knew, one of Jane's slender hands was on his thigh. Even though her hand was six inches from his crotch, he could feel an electric current running right through his balls.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," Jane murmured in her throat.

That sound caused Joey's prick to twitch.

When they had been kissing for a while, and when Jane was huffing and puffing through her nose, Joey decided to reach for her tits.

That decision made his head spin. He thought about how nice her tits looked when he saw them holding out the front of her jersey. And he remembered how they quivered when the car hit a bump. If he could get his hands on those treasures he would be in heaven.

He began slowly moving his hand up Jane's side. Her ribs rippled under Joey's sweating palm. When his hand came to the bottom of one of her swollen tits, Joey gasped through his nose.

So far, Jane hadn't tried to stop him. But the next few seconds would be crucial.

Joey didn't know whether it would be better to grab her tit forcefully, as though he didn't expect to be stopped or whether he should go slowly and carefully. He couldn't decide. But his hand seemed to have a mind of its own.