“Are you sure?” Ashley asked in a whisper as I stepped back to let the dress fall from me and land on the floor in a satiny puddle. Her eyes roved up and over my body hungrily as I nodded, pulling her to me by her belt loops and connecting our lips once again. She reached down to push her jeans down, pulling away long enough just to get them off before connecting our lips again and walking me backwards. My knees hit the bed and I fell backwards, taking Ashley with me. We both moved up until we were in the middle of the bed, still just making out.

                She finally moved her hand around my back and her deft fingers easily had my bra undone on the first try. She moved back, looking at me questioningly and I helped her take it off of me before reaching around her back and fumbling with hers; growing frustrated when I couldn’t get it undone. I was blushing furiously as she smiled and reached behind her, getting it undone quickly and throwing it off of the bed. My embarrassment was quickly forgotten as my eyes latched onto her breasts hungrily. It was the first time I’d seen them without the hindrance of a bra or something. I reached out tentatively to touch her hard light pink nipple. She sucked in before groaning, giving me a sudden burst of confidence as I cupped both of her breasts in my hands, feeling the warm globes softly, running my thumbs over her nipples.

                “That feels so good babe,” Ashley breathed out, reaching down to caress my cheek. I smiled and made a minute decision as I arched my neck up, licking at one of her nipples which earned me a thrust of her hips into mine. I grinned before doing it again, a little bit harder this time. She squirmed a bit but encouraged me with moans as I took the hard nub between my teeth, biting lightly before soothing it with a wide sweep of my tongue. She gasped, thrusting into my hips again. I released it and switched to the other breast, paying it the same attention. I would’ve stayed right there, worshipping her perfect breasts. They were the exact right size for my hands and I was exploring the possibilities in my mind when I felt her hand sliding down my stomach, breaking my concentration. Her fingers dipped into the hem of the sexy underwear that I had bought just for this occasion. They were red and lacy and barely concealed anything but I think Ashley wouldn’t have cared if I was just wearing plain cotton underwear because she barely even looked at them before pulling them down my legs and throwing them in the direction of the slowly building clothes pile. “Is this okay?” She asked, searching my eyes.