After the lights first went out in the basement, there was talking, joking, and laughing. The barbs that the guys flung back and forth were really just nervous reactions to being called into duty. Adam had some experience, but the other two had no idea how to kiss — let alone what to do with their hands. Soon the razzing subsided and was replaced by the sounds of groping and grinding.
Adam and Zoë were in their own world, oblivious to everyone else. They both felt each other’s heart pounding as they lay pressed together on the couch. It was much different than it had been with Megan Russell. Being with Megan was all about the act. Being with Zoë was special, not some quick high school grope. Zoë’s soft skin was so inviting that Adam had to kiss it. As he flipped her hair out of the way and began to kiss her neck, the sweet smell of her Apple Pectin shampoo engulfed him. Adam couldn’t stop at her neck. He had never kissed a girl’s breasts before, but it was all he could think about as his fingers ran across her nipples. Like the food taster for a paranoid dictator, he cautiously licked one nipple and then the other.
“Is this okay for you?” Adam asked nervously.
“Yeah,” she purred, guiding his mouth back up to hers, where it was met with an intense kiss. “You know, I wouldn’t just let anyone do this.”
“Good,” Adam whispered, as his lips started working down Zoë’s neck.
Zoë arched her back and moaned as quietly as she could in a room full other teens.
Adam was mesmerized. All he wanted to do was hold her even tighter. He was already in uncharted territory, but breasts were one thing, and it was clear that Zoë was giving him the green light to proceed further. Even if he had actually taken his parents up on the offer to “have a sex talk,” nothing that could have prepared him for the situation of sheer terror and absolute euphoria in which he found himself. Thankfully the basement was pitch black, so Zoë couldn’t see the fear etched on Adam’s face. With a deep breath, he repositioned himself on the narrow couch and slipped his right hand inside Zoë’s panties. Given the way she purred, he knew he was at least in the ballpark. After about ten minutes, Zoë reciprocated with a hand job. It felt much better than Megan Russell’s attempt. His breathing was labored and intense. By the time Zoë and Adam finished, everyone else was sleeping. They remained awake for another hour or so, kissing, touching, and talking, hoping that the morning would never come.
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