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lips against her mouth in the softest kiss I could manage. A bolt of electricity shot through me at the contact, racing straight to my dick. I felt her gasp as her lips parted under mine.
    My hand went to her hair, and I cradled the back of her head in my palm as I leaned in further, deepening the kiss. Our tongues met. She hesitated for a moment, and then the tip darted out to meet mine.
    Then, without warning, everything tilted on its axis, and suddenly we were devouring each other.
    She moaned softly into my mouth and tangled her tongue with mine. My heart started slamming like crazy in my chest as I pulled her even closer to me. I felt her own heart fluttering against mine in response. Jesus, it was amazing. Never in my life had I ever felt so shattered by one simple kiss. I was almost paralyzed by the force of it — on the one hand, I never wanted to do anything but this for the rest of my life, and on the other I wanted to pull her down to the ground and fuck her, press myself inside her and let loose the desperate ache in my balls that I always felt whenever she was around.
    I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I remember trailing my lips behind her ears, nibbling on her soft lobes, the soft sensual beat of the pulse in her neck. I remember my hands traveling to her breasts, thumbing the nipples to hardness through her shirt and bra. I remember the fucking glorious sound of her shallow breaths, the hitch in her throat whenever I did something that excited her.
    Eventually, she pulled away and stared at me, her eyes dark with passion and need. “I… she whispered. “I think we should stop.” She blushed. “For now.”
    “Whatever you say, princess.” I whispered the words against her neck, reveling in the shiver it sent through her. I was willing to go however fast or slow she wanted. All I cared about was that she was with me, and that maybe next time, she’d let me go a little farther. It would all but kill me to wait, but I’d take all the time she needed if it meant that eventually she’d be mine.
    We got up from the bench, me struggling to contain my raging hard-on and her looking flushed and a little flustered. Wordlessly, I took her hand and twined my fingers through hers. I couldn’t ever remember having done that with a girl before. It felt good. Natural. I wanted to keep doing it.
    We wandered around the trails surrounding the hot springs for a while longer, talking softly, me occasionally pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. Eventually, she told me with a sigh that she needed to get home.
    We headed back over to the bike and I handed her the helmet. She strapped it on and got on behind me, her arms wrapping around me tightly, but not nervously this time. Somehow, I could feel the difference. I reached down and caressed her thigh through her jeans, grazing a fingernail slowly as high as I dared. My heart leapt with pleasure as I heard her sharp intake of breath.
    Then I fired up the bike and pulled out toward home.
    I didn’t know where Eva lived, so she had to give me directions to her house. It was in a neighborhood not too far from the school, working class and a little run-down in places, like my own. A couple of kids were playing with a ball in the street, and I was careful to swerve around them as they stopped their play and stared wide-eyed at us and the bike. I heard and felt Eva chuckle behind me, and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
    I pulled up at the curb in front of the house she had indicated and shut off the bike, holding it steady for her as she got off. She took off the helmet and handed it to me. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed. She looked gorgeous. “Thanks, Caleb. I had a great time.”
    I grinned at her. “Me, too. Maybe we could do it again sometime?”
    She opened her mouth to answer, but a loud screaming cut her off. From the front door of the house, a woman emerged. The screen door banged loudly shut behind her. “God damnit , Eva, where the hell