"My mom's out," Maria said in a soft musical voice. "She probably won't be back till late. Why don't we go into the living room?"

Steven followed them with his eyes, watching Maria's long-legged stride as she and the boy went down the hall, hand in hand, turning off at a door to the right. When they had entered, he moved toward the door, silently, pausing in the shadows from which he could see them, sitting on the rug by the fireplace. Maria and Jake sprawled on the rug, kissing in the fire's warm glow. Talk about nostalgia, Steven thought. There was something about a fireplace, to get a girl wet in the panties. Sammi had always been a sucker for one.

Maria thrilled at the feel of Jake's tongue inside her open mouth. He seemed to be trying to stick it down her throat. She loved to kiss. His hands slipped under her sweater, filling themselves with the firm round thrust of her tits. She kinda liked that, too. Her tits had not quite finished growing yet, and the flesh of them was extremely sensitive. His fingers slid under the cups of her bra, making straight for the peaks of her nipples. They touched, and her nips quivered into erection. She sucked at his tongue, and he rolled atop her on the soft furry rug.

Maria's thighs spread. His body slid into the groove. She humped against him as he topped her, and she could feel the excitement building in his cock. Tonight, she told herself, it may happen tonight.

"Oh," she sighed, coming off his mouth for air, "that was so good…"

Jake lowered his face, kissed the sweater-covered mound of one tit, then the other. Maria giggled nervously. He grinned, opened his mouth, and sucked at the protrusion. It was as if his teeth and tongue were attacking the bare flesh of her tits. The nipples ached with yearn big and sweat beaded in her cleavage.