Grease

Kiss Me

Tyler

I was fuming after Samantha had told me what had her drawing into her shell but a few calming words from her while she stroked my hand had me sizzling down to a slow boil.

I watched a couple of people look our way and look at our joined hands. "I wonder if they're together?" I caught from a deaf old lady who didn't know how to whisper. I grinned at Samantha and she turned a magnificent shade of pink.

Nodding to the door I stood still holding her hand. We walked to her car and I climbed in with her. After sitting there for a moment I met her eyes and pleaded for them to give me permission.

I just need one. Just one and I'll be okay. "Can I kiss you?" I whispered, making this even more intimate. Samantha nodded slowly, "Please."

I leaned in and touched my lips softly to hers. Then I lost the last grain of my control. Attacking her lips I moaned at the feel of them.

They were warm, soft, addictive. But then I was lost in the feel of her lush breast. Samantha pulled away and I smiled at her hesitantly, my hands still on her breast. Samantha grabbed her dress shoulders and tugged them down. When I saw the swell of her breast I harden more than I thought possible.

My hands went to the full globes all most helplessly. I don't know how but we ended up in her back seat.

Samantha

Was this another dream? Because if it is then I'll rather be here then anywhere else. Tyler's big calloused hands messaged my breast making me arch against him.

He's ragged breath filled the air making me open my eyes, even though I don't remember closing them, Tyler's eyes were clouded with lust. But there was confusion in them to. "Am I dreaming of you again?" I smiled despite myself.

"You dream of me?" Tyler winced and sat up. I followed him. "Every day since I've met you." I grinned. "I dream of you too. They're so vivid I've been thinking they're real." Tyler kissed my forehead.

"That pleases me Samantha. You think of me."

I blushed, "I'm glad you think of me." He laughed it sounded kind of amused, "Baby I c*m in my sleep because of you." My face was the color of a fire truck.

Tyler laughed at me teasing my innocent nature. "What? Are you telling me that all those dreams you have of me are us doing nothing. What do we do talk about the weather? Please!"

Tyler's smoldering eyes gazed down at me. "What were we doing Samantha?" I didn't know how to describe it, the vivid images, so I showed him how he made me feel.

The s****l frustration he caused me to relieve it against his prominent erection. And he seemed to love it. Tyler moved his hips with mine creating even more friction for him and me.