Her struggles began again, but she was virtually helpless under
his weight. His kiss became a long passionate fulfillment of
months and months of frustration. She could sense that and felt
helpless. The kiss was certainly not unenjoyable, just undesired
at that particular time. “Reason with him,” she thought.
But she would not have the chance. The kiss became even more
passionate as his warm wet tongue forced its way between her
passionate lips. They circled around her glisteningly smooth
pearly teeth, hastening this way and that. They snaked along her
teeth into her cheek searching this way and that. The suggestive
nature was not lost on Sandy, nor was Jim’s desperateness. She
made the mistake of trying to speak and as her mouth opened, his
probing tongue entered unobstructed. “This is where I belong,”
it seemed to say. It hungrily searched out her tongue and
entangled himself with her’s.
As their tongues played gaily like little children Sandy became
acutely aware of what Jim had been noticing for a long time. She
was stretched nearly prone along the seat of the car and he was
covering her full length. The relative positions of their bodies
was nearly as a couple in the act of intercourse. The not
unpleasant increasing pressure from him on her loins was not lost
on her either.