“I was trying to explain it to Jackie and it was easier to just put it on.” Her words are breathy in my ear.

“I think you like wearing it,” I whisper against the delicious skin on her neck before dipping my mouth to leave a trail of kisses down to her tits. “I was right. It makes you feel sexy, doesn’t it?”

“Do you think I’m sexy?” Her voice is timid, her eyes closed tightly. She can’t pull away from me, but she’s trying to hide. She brings her trembling hands up to rest on my shoulders.

“What do you think?” I pull her other leg up around me, lifting her off the ground completely. I pin her to the wall and rock my hips into her so she can feel how hard I am. She tightens her legs around me and a soft moan escapes her pink lips.

Damn, that’s a sexy sound.

I’m already on the edge of losing it to my craving for her tight little body. Knowing I have to wait makes me want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.

She’s my forbidden fruit.

I skim my hands over her ribcage, brushing against the underside of her tits. I lift the swell of each to meet my eagerly awaiting lips. I kiss the soft exposed skin and her nipples get hard against my chest as I continue to rock my hips into her.

I line my cock up with the apex of her thighs. Her thin panties do little to hide how turned on she is. She smells like sex. I get lost in her moans in my ear, her warm skin under my fingers and lips. The air is charged with sexual tension. I grind into her against the wall, fucking her over our clothes. The friction is driving us both crazy, but it’s not enough to push either of us over the edge. I need more.

I want her right here.

Right now.

“First base!” she screams as I ease my fingers inside her panties.

Despite how badly I want to keep going, the trepidation in her voice washes over me, freezing me faster than a bucket of ice water. I tear my hands off her body and slap them against the wall on either side of her. I have her pinned, my body pressed against hers, but I’m stopped dead in my tracks. I bring my forehead to hers and let out a deep sigh.

“First base,” I reply in acknowledgment.

“Thank you,” she whimpers.

She slides her legs back down to the ground, supporting her own weight again as we both try to catch our breath. I shove off the wall and run my fingers through my hair.

Old people doing jumping jacks naked on a windy day. Fat rolls. Wrinkles. Jiggling.

I turn around and face her again. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing heavily, the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest straining the buttons on her shirt.