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Her eyes peered at me seductively, her lips were so exquisitely formed, and the way she talked…I wanted to touch her face, her cheeks, her eyes. I wanted to carefully kiss her lips and feel them return my kiss with her own. I was shocked by my thoughts.
    “I was scared.”
    She laughed and reached for her glass of wine. Her full breasts moved beneath the camisole as she did and I couldn’t help but stare.
    “Of course you were, that’s obvious. But why?” Her lips glistened with her vibrant red lipstick. Beckoning.
    “Everything is happening so fast, so many changes in the way I’m thinking about myself. There’s so much to think about…and I’m not certain what I want. And tonight…” I stumbled on my words, “tonight it was there, the opportunity. It could have happened, really happened.”
    “And what would have been so wrong with that?”
    I shook my head. “I wasn’t ready, I knew I wasn’t…” I could have gone on, but my excuses would have fallen on deaf ears. She didn’t think the way I did.
    “I think that a lot of what you dream about you’d really like to do.”
    I wanted to answer her with an emphatic No! but I couldn’t because I knew she was right.
    “I’m scared…” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Explanations seemed to pass through me, I couldn’t think…so aware of her body, her breasts and sumptuous thighs, and the bare pussy beneath her skirt that seemed to glisten when the light caught it just right.
    “You know, Alex,” she said, “sex is not all about raging fantasies. It’s about pleasure, one body to another.” She leaned forward, her eyes continuing to caress me with their lust. “It’s been so long for you, you don’t even know where to begin, do you?”
    “No.” I shook my head. There were tears forming in my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was cry, but that didn’t matter to Jane.
    “Let me show you what I mean by pleasure.” She moved closer, and with her eyes still locked on mine, she reached out to touch my breasts. “Just relax, and feel.” She was so gentle, so soft, the feel of her hand touching me where only once, sometime long ago, an errant boyfriend’s hand had dared to venture – one errant boyfriend and a burly biker just an hour ago. That she was a woman made it seem odd to me, and yet the feelings were not odd at all; but natural and perfect. I tingled from the tips of my nipples, which she lightly played with, to my throbbing pussy. With every breath my desire rose. She didn’t try to go any further, to reach beneath my t-shirt. Though I could see in her eyes that she wanted to.
    “Touch me if you like,” she said, like a teacher to a student.
    Reaching out, I hesitated. Another barrier in my mind dropping away. Those breasts, so beautifully encased in lace, lured me on. I shuddered as I felt the warm firmness of her flesh beneath my fingers.
    I pulled my hand away, but she grabbed it back.
    “It’s time you went beyond your fears. Enough of the drama.” I shuddered, realizing what she meant. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite.”
    “No?”
    “Well, actually I might.” Her tone had changed. She was serious, demanding, but ever so seductive. “You’re mine tonight. Don’t sweat this out. Just let me take charge.”
    Something about that thought sent a wave of panic through me, but there was a desire behind it I could not ignore.
    “Your skin’s so smooth and soft…” She gave my nipple a sharp tweak, smiling deviously, then backed off. “I’m going to have my way with you.”
    I cringed, a little afraid and curiously exhilarated.
    “Now the skirt,” she said. “Stand up and take it off, your panties, too.”
    Again I hesitated, but it was only momentary. I was on my feet before I let the fear win, and the last of my clothes were tossed to the floor in a heap. I sat back down as soon as that was done, but Jane shook her head.
    “Did I tell you to sit? You get back up so I can see you, all of