To have her kissing him and touching his cock through his shorts was almost more than he could handle. He grew tense, afraid he might lose his cool completely. Afraid he might leave a wet stain on the front of shorts… and and that she would despise him then.

But the harder she pressed him, the less time Steve had to worry about things that were not contained in the present ecstatic moment. He could feel his cock throbbing lustily under her hand, responding to the erotic tease of having her so close to his pulsing cock, separated only by his thin shorts.

He struggled to kiss her back, the way she was kissing him. It was tricky to figure out how to get his tongue around hers and up into her mouth. But he enjoyed the learning process. Her moaning responses excited him. They excited him enough to make him bold enough to reach for her tits – the round bobbing tits that had been hypnotizing him for the past two years.

"Oh, Miss Pope…" he groaned. He could not help it! Even through a bra and her blouse, her tit felt wonderful! It yielded slightly to his touch. He grabbed for the other one. He had one in each hand! It was the proudest, most exciting moment of Steve's young life!

"Oh… God… that feels so good, Steve darling!" Immediately she planted her mouth back on his and began to twirl her tongue more luridly than ever up inside his mouth. Though she had not planned their forbidden encounter ahead of time, from the first taste of his lips, she had known that that was what she wanted. She had known it with every fiber of her being. Her beating heart. Her trembling fingertips. Her hot pulsing cunt.

The thought that she had aroused in the boy a passion to match her own made Gwen delirious with pleasure. Though his hands clutched her breasts awkwardly, with an obvious lack of experience, every touch was a tiny explosion of pleasure. With explosion heaped upon explosion, Gwen was rapidly losing hold of even the tiny shreds that remained of her self-control.