“Sure.” I said inviting her in, taking her to the library.
“I’m Jessie by the way, you must be Tommy. Do you remember me?”
“Should I?” I asked. “I’m sure I would remember someone as pretty as you.”
She blushed and looked at the floor.
“I was here the night you left home; we were in the games room.”
“Sorry about that, it wasn’t pleasant.” I said softly.
“Have you moved back?” She asked.
“No, I’m here to look after Lexy, after her recent slump in form.”
Jessie laughed, it brought a smile to my face.
We were standing by the library door, looking at each other. “Shall we go in?” Jessie asked.
She went to the sofa and ran her hands along the back and sides.
“Can you see anything shiny?” She asked.
I went down on all fours, looking along the carpet, glancing at her bent over the sofa. Directly beneath her, between her legs, was an earring.
“Look between your legs.” I said loudly, then blushed.
She turned to look at me. “Sorry?” She said, grinning.
“I mean, between your legs, on the floor, not look between….”
She cried out with joy and picked the earing up.
We were still kneeling on the floor, she smiled.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered quickly.
“You would mind.” She looked puzzled at the answer.
“No, I mean, yes, you can kiss me.”
Our lips pressed together, gently caressing. She tasted wonderful. When we pulled apart, I looked into her eyes.
“Was that nice?”
“Perfectly adequate.” She said, wincing at her words. “I’m sorry, I try and loosen my vocabulary when talking with guys.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m intelligent, guys don’t like clever women.”
“I do. But must admit they are in short supply where I live.”
We were still on our knees, leaning against the sofa, each waiting for the other to stand first.
“Can I have another try, see if I can impress you?” I asked. She nodded.
This time the kiss was more passionate and lasted much longer, the tip of my tongue touched her teeth.
“How did I do?” I asked.
“It was an improvement, but I think you need more practise.” She said, pulling me back.
As we caressed her hands moved inside my tee-shirt, feeling my skin.
“Are you taking my top off?” I asked. She bit her lip and nodded.
“Gosh.” She said, touching my naked chest. “You feel so hard.”
When I grinned, she blushed. “I didn’t mean there.” She stammered, looking down, seeing the bulge in my pants, then looking a little afraid, as if we had gone too far.
“Don’t worry, he gets used to being disappointed, there’s no pressure. We stop when you want to.”
She looked confused, as if she couldn’t decide what she wanted.
“Let’s just kiss.” I suggested.
“No.” She said firmly.
After a long moment she began to pull off her sweater. My hands went to her hips. “Gosh.” I said. “You feel so soft.” She smiled. “Can I see your breasts?”
She unclasped her bra and slipped it off and put her arms to her side. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close, we kissed again, this time my hand reached for her breast, it filled my hand.
We moved to the lay on the sofa, my hand slid inside her leggings, sliding them down to her knees. I felt her body tense, then relax when she pushed them to her feet, wiggling them off. She was naked now, apart from a pair of black ankle socks, even they looked sexy on her.