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"Ew! Larry Hoffman! He had the worst halitosis ever!" Naomi exclaims.
"I should never have let Jerry West kiss me. He covered my entire face in saliva and shoved his tongue down my throat!" I shiver at the memory and she laughs.
"It makes me wonder, though..." Naomi trails off and looks at me again. Her smile fades and is replaced by a mysterious expression.
"If Theo had never walked in on us the day before you left... what do you think we would have done?"
My heart races as I ponder this question, Naomi's eyes fixated on mine, her lush, berry-stained lips parted slightly in wait. Just as I am thinking of a response, my body reacts for me, and I feel my hand move towards her face, my fingertips brushing against her mouth. I feel her warm exhale, the softness of her skin. My face approaches hers slowly, and she places her hand lightly on my knee, her touch awakening all my senses and making the pressure tighten between my legs.
"We would have probably kept doing this," I say softly, my lips finally meeting Naomi's.
We sigh together as our lips meet, our fingers lightly burying in each other's soft hair. Naomi's mouth is pliant, opening for me, our tongues sliding together, allowing me to taste her sweetness. This time there is only a slight innocence in her touch, but our lips move together naturally, our hunger for each other intensifying.
Her touch makes me warm all over, her splayed fingers sweeping over my thigh, up my side, her other hand at the back of my neck. We lay back on our sides on the bed, our blue notebook poised on the duvet, forgotten for now. We hold each other close as our kiss deepens, our breathing quickening. Naomi's leg slides over mine and wraps around me, our bodies pressing together, the heat of her core emanating through her jeans onto my thigh.
A surge of impatience rips through me suddenly out of my urgent desire to finally have her all to myself. My fingers slip underneath the hem of her tank top to touch the tight, velvety skin of her belly, and she groans in response. Her mouth lowers to my neck, the line of my jaw, down my exposed neck, into the low V of my shirt. Her hot breath on my bare skin makes me shiver slightly, and I pull her closer, anchoring her thigh to me.
"Oh, Morgan," she moans in my ear before licking around the rim of it, making me jolt unexpectedly with the sensitivity of it. She purrs contentedly and does it again, then dragging her tongue down my neck, pulling my t-shirt off my shoulder to nibble along it. Her hand grabs my ass and squeezes gently, then harder as my moans grow louder.
Our lips meet again hungrily, our hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothes. Her small breasts are encased in a sapphire blue bra and I can see that her panties, the top of which are peeking out of her jeans, complete the matching set. I wonder if she wore it, knowing I would see it. Her body is toned, her skin slightly tan and silky smooth beneath my fingertips. There is a glow about her and I just want to bask in it.
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