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Her skirt rumples around her
hips. I can see green underwear through her black tights. She
giggles and unzips her hoodie. I take a step forward as she
shoulders her coat off and throws it at me. I catch it and drop it.
She sits back on her elbows and lets one knee fall open.
    I start shaking my head. I crawl onto the
bed, straddling her with my knees on either side of her hips. I set
my hands on either side of her shoulders and lose it. I fall to my
forearms. Framing her head, cradling her, I press my forehead to
hers, breathing hard like I might cry. I whisper, “Oh my god,
Maria.” I barely breathe the sounds, telling her lips, trying to
tell her closer, tell her better, “Oh my god, oh my god.” I’m
braced over her like a roll cage, barely touching her. My hands are
shaking in her hair and I’m kissing her, mumbling, “You are so
beautiful. You have no idea.”
    She whimpers back like she’s trying to keep
quiet. She puts her hands on my shoulders to keep me close. She
takes my hat off and puts it back on. I tell her I love it when she
touches my hair. She bites her lip when I look into her eyes.
    I ask her, “What can I do for you?”
    We’re already one puddle on top of the
comforter. Her knees are bent and I’m laying between her legs.
We’ve laid like this before, but now the air is crackling with
intention and I feel like I’m breathing lust up and out of my lungs
like sparks.
    She says, “Take my tights off.”
    So I sit back on my heels. I raise her skirt
with both hands and slip my fingers under the tights’ elastic
waistband. I pull them down and she lifts her hips. I stare at her
milky thighs and pull the nylon down and off her feet.
    I kiss the dimples in her knees with my lips,
then kiss the underside of the joint with my whole mouth. I lick
the sensitive crease and she moans, then cuts the sound off. I kiss
up her inner thigh and she spreads her legs. I groan when I reach
the edge of her underwear. I press my cheek flat against her pussy.
I can smell her through the fabric, warm and floral. I raise my
eyebrows to look up at her as I nose against her labia, pressing
softly all over, feeling her out.
    I breathe in through my nose and out through
my mouth. Something about the smell of it, feeling the damp heat of
a girl’s underwear on my face, sets my instincts rolling. I lay
flat on my stomach and let my legs hang off the side of the bed. I
reach around the thickest swell of Maria’s hips and pull her ass
and thighs toward me so she’s right under me, spread like a feast.
I love her curves. I lift her, not off the bed, just a little
upward tug, to feel the weight of her legs on my arms.
    I kiss the crease of her thigh and start
edging under the seam of her underwear, kissing the edge of her
outer labia. Her pubic hair is trimmed short. It pricks my lips and
nose.
    She asks, “You gonna take my shirt off
first?”
    I nod, grinning loosely. I detangle myself
from her legs and crawl up her body again. I lift the hem of her
shirt and she arches her back. When I pull it over her shoulders,
she rounds them up off the bed to help me. Her breasts look softer
in the light of my room. They look tender and sensitive, less like
the irresistibly erotic things that drove me out of my mind in the
back room.
    I sit on her hips and trace the under curves
lightly. Maybe it’s just the way she’s looking up at me, nearly
naked with her hair mussed on my bed, that makes her look so
fragile. I slide my thumb gently up and over one nipple, “Can I use
my mouth?”
    Maria nods.
    I curl over her and put both of my hands on
her ribs, with my fingers wrapped around the back. I breathe hot
and slow over one nipple and she arches up, pushing it into my
mouth. I make a muffled noise and lower her back to the bed. I lick
with a flat tongue, then a pointed tip. I suck and pinch the nub
between my teeth. I flick it back and forth with my tongue, then
massage it in my mouth. Each time, I’m listening to see how