Tim and Lisa Ah Tim? Would you like to go out to dinner tonight? Tim glanced at the door of his office to see Lisa leaning against the doorjam. She was wearing a bright red shirt over a pair of black jeans. Her blonde (dyed!) hair fell across her face and shoulders and her face was a little red from what seemed to be the beginnings of a blush. Tim and Lisa were friends. Just friends. There was a time when Tim had been a little in love with Lisa, but had gracefully let it pass because she already had a boyfriend. They were close friends though. Many a time had gone by when they had almost committed an indiscretion. Maybe that was why they were such good friends the illicit attraction to each other kept them together. Sure, Ah Lisa, smiled Tim, mimicing her. Where do you want to go? Oh, I don't know how about The Pub? They make a great Taco salad. Fine, what time? I want to go straight from here. I have to write a paper tonight, so I want to get done quickly. Ok, meet you downstairs? Right. Tim logged himself off the computer and followed Lisa out to her car. They drove the short distance to the center of town and went into the restaurant. They asked for and were given a cubicle to one side of the restaurant. After the waitress had taken their orders, they sat quietly. Tim sat gazing at Lisa with a quiet smile, and she started to blush. Don't do that! she said. You're embarrassing me. I was just thinking that I really could create a beautiful photograph of you like this. I was afraid of that. Do you really take pictures of nude women? If that is what they want. (Earlier that day Lisa had come into Tim's office and had talked to him for a while. You know, I would love to photograph you someday, Tim had said suddenly. Lisa had been taken aback slightly and then she had blushed furiously. Why are you blushing? Tim had asked. Forget it. No, really! Why did you blush? Well, I just thought of you saying something like tch, tch, take that shirt off. You and your dirty mind. I wouldn't do that unless you actually wanted to. I have enough models who do that, I'm don't need to force anyone. And I couldn't force you even if I tried! Lisa had left a little later, still blushing a little, maybe a little excited at the thought of being photographed in the nude.) You still haven't told me if you would model for me. Nothing bad, decent photographs. In fact, even the nude photographs I take are decent. Anyway, will you model for me? No, I'd be too awkward. Let me worry about that. I will do my best to put you at ease. That is my job as a photographer anyway. I make the person look the best that I can make them look. And you are beautiful. I could create excellent photographs of you. You're teasing me. We'll talk about it some other time, ok? Ok. The rest of the dinner went without incident. They met Lisa's room mate at the restaurant but for some reason, they were left alone. After dinner, they decided to study together at the library. They met in one of the cubicles on the third floor of the library. The cubicles on the third floor were small, with barely enough room for two people. Tim and Lisa studied for about three hours their nearness was a little inhibiting for their concentration, but neither really cared. Sometimes Lisa would catch Tim looking at her and would smile at him. Other times Tim would catch Lisa looking at him. The hours went by pleasantly. I don't think we're getting anything done here, said Tim with an exaggerated sigh. Do you want to come over to my apartment? We could continue studying there. Do you have something to munch at home? Yup, and I will let you use the desk. All right. I wasn't getting anything done here anyway. They drove to Tim's apartment off campus. Tim led the way into his room and cleared the desk so that Lisa could work there. While she was getting settled, he got them some ice cold soda and some Doritos with salsa. When he came back, he saw Lisa looking at his bookshelves. You have a lot of books! Have you read all of them? Yes. Most are science fiction, fantasy stuff. Some stuff by Ludlum, and Tom Clancy. You can borrow them if you want. And what is this? asked Lisa, pointing to another bookshelf. Ignore the stuff on that bookshelf it shouldn't be out there. I wasn't expecting guests. Hmm! Erotic Massage. May I look at it? Sure. It has photographs that are a little explicit, so don't open it if you're going to get embarrassed. Lisa pulled the book off the bookshelf and opened it. The first photograph she saw was of a naked couple, the man holding the woman's breast in his palm and massaging the nipple. She leafed through the book, looking at the photographs, getting a little excited. Tim watched her out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing. Lisa eventually put the book back on the bookshelf. I think I'll borrow it sometime. Sure. It is really fun to do that. Yeah, touching usually is. I used to know sport massage and asked Pete if he wanted one when we first started dating. Poor Pete, he was so shocked! Lisa picked up another book off the bookshelf. What is this? Kamasutra. I think I've heard of it. I forget in what context. It is a book that I bought when I went to India. Beautifully written and illustrated. It teaches couples how to live their lives. It has been misrepresented as a manual for sex, but it is more than that. Of course, it does teach the many ways of having sex too. After all, sex is something that couples should do (have?). May I look at it? Sure. The text is in poetry form, but still explicit. And the illustrations are definitely explicit. So again, don't look if you think you'll get embarrassed. Lisa brought the book and put it on Tim's bed. She opened it and started looking at the beautiful miniature illustrations. The Kamasutra shows many exotic and beautiful ways of making love. Many of the ways shown are impractical for people without a knowledge of Yoga, but others are useful to know. Lisa started to get a little excited by the pictures. He really has a big one, hmm? said Lisa, trying to get the mood back to the bantering tone that she and Tim usually had when they were together. Tim laughed. I guess so, those ancient artists had a tendency to do that. I wonder what they used for models horses maybe. Lisa put the book back on the shelf. She was starting to get a little embarrassed at the thought that she was looking at sexually explicit material while she was with Tim. This was the first time that sex had ever really been mentioned in one of their conversations. Lisa sat down on the desk and opened her books to start her paper again. Tim sat down on the bed behind her and started to read too. The only illumination in the room was from a lamp on the desk and from another next to the bed. They studied for another hour without any interruptions. Then Tim got up and turned off the lamp next to his bed. He moved around the bed to stand behind Lisa as she sat at the desk, reading. How are you doing? he asked, putting his hands on her shoulders, starting to massage them slightly. She had put on a sweatshirt over her shirt when they had been outdoors, and was still wearing it. Oh fine. I hate reading about all this incest and the mistreatment of children. It is really depressing. Do you want some more soda? No, I'll only get more hyper from the caffeine. Ok, said Tim and started to massage Lisa's shoulders and neck a little more thoroughly. Lisa closed her eyes and let her head droop a little to let Tim massage the muscles of her neck. That feels great Tim, thanks. Tim let his hands press into the muscles of her neck, massaging the knots of tension in her neck. He slowly moved his hands down onto Lisa's shoulders and upper back and pressed his finger into the muscles of the upper back. He felt the small hairs on the back of her neck as he slowly caressed it with his palms. He slid his hands down to her upper back and pressed his thumb into the muscles, slowly pressing in circles, easing the tension in her muscles. Does that feel good? Yes. Tell me if I start to hurt you. Everyone has their own levels of endurance. And tell me when you like something too. Not everyone likes the same things. Ok. Can you press a little lower on my back? Tim moved his hands to Lisa's back. He put his thumbs next to her back bone and let his hands lie flat on her back. Then he slowly started to move his hand up and down, pressing into the muscles with his thumbs and palms. Ahh.yes, that feels nice. Tim started to knead the muscles of her upper back, and after every few strokes, moved his thumbs down her spine. Lisa closed her eyes, her paper forgotten. All her concentration was centered between her shoulder blades as Tim moved his hands up and down. He never went below the bra strap as he kneaded her upper back and caressed it with his palms. He could feel the bra strap each time on his downstroke and always stopped there. In fact he made it very obvious that he could feel the bra strap by stopping whenever he touched it. Lisa realized this and for some reason it excited her to think that Tim could feel her bra strap. This was the same Tim that she had a completely platonic relationship with! This was starting to get to the bounds of what they allowed themselves to do around each other, but she ignored that in the pleasure she was getting. Can you go a little lower? On his next downstroke Tim let his hands snag slightly on her bra strap to make her aware that he knew what it was and then went past the line of it and onto her waist. All his feeling was concentrated in his palms as he felt her back curve smoothly, deliciously to her hips. He stopped at her jeans and moved back up. He ran his palms over her whole back, feeling nothing between his palm and her skin except a sweatshirt over a red shirt and a thin bra strap. He kept running his hands over her back, pressing in with his fingers and thumbs now and then. Her shirt came loose from where it was tucked into her jeans because of the tugging of his hands. As his fingers moved up her back, the shirt/sweatshirt rode up with them. Tim flattened his palms on Lisa's back and felt the muscles of her back move slowly under his hands. He caressed her back slowly, moving out and up, over her side, the fabric of her shirt catching slightly on the lace of her bra. He felt her breasts from the side, just at the point where they joined her ribs and moved on up. The very slight touch of Tim's fingers on the side of her breasts brought a gush of pleasure cruising through Lisa's nerves. She knew that he had felt her breast and that she should stop this soon, but she said nothing. As his hands moved down her back again, Tim let his fingers slip under her shirt and let his fingers touch her skin. Lisa had felt her shirt ride up but hadn't said anything wondering where Tim would stop. She felt safe with him, and she didn't think that she would mind if he really did do something indiscreet. He was, after all, a very good friend. Tim let his fingers run to her side and slowly brought them up again. His hands brushed over her bra strap again as they came to her shoulders. Lisa's eyes were closed and she had dropped her head back a little. On his next downstroke, Tim let his hand travel along her side and slip to her front so that they ended on her tummy. He massaged her tummy a little, feeling the warm satin smoothness. He let his finger explore her navel while his hands pressed against her tummy. His face was in her hair, his breath coming slowly in her ear. Lisa turned to him slightly and on the upstroke Tim let his hand glide smoothly up her front until they were stopped by her breasts. He bent to look at Lisa's face. Her eyes were open and there was a slight smile on her face, challenging. He lowered his lips to her's as he let his palms press her breasts under the bra. Lisa started to say something when she felt Tim's hands on her breasts, but the kiss on her lips made her forget as she gave in to the kiss. Her breath got a little short as Tim moved his arms around to her back and after a slight bit of hesitation, snapped her bra open. She opened her mouth to suck his lips as his hands traced back to her breasts and slowly went under her bra. Tim cupped Lisa's breasts in his palms, feeling their soft weight in his hands. They were beautiful breasts he had thought about them before. He had thought about what they would feel like if he could get them in his palms. He had always thought that she had beautiful breasts full but not too large. He had fantasized about fondling them in his palms, his fantasy was not as good like the real thing. Her nipples were erect, pressing into his palms. Tim moved his hand so that the nipples were between his thumb and forefingers. He slowly twisted them back and forth, at the same time feeling her smooth breasts with his palms. He squeezed her breasts softly as he pinched the nipples slightly and felt Lisa shudder slightly with pleasure. Lisa raised her arms to encircle Tim's head and opened her mouth to take his tongue completely into her mouth. The taste of his mouth was different from the taste of Pete's mouth and the touch of Tim's slightly unshaven face new. But she liked it and drove the thought of Pete from her mind this was between her and Tim. She could feel Tim's palms run over her breasts as he ran his fingers across her nipples. She could feel each finger individually as it brushed over her nipples. He put his forefinger on top of each tit and pushed it into the breast, slowly running his finger in small circles while he squeezed her breasts with his palms. Lisa sighed with pleasure at the delicious touch of his lips over her's and the touch of his hands on her breasts. Lisa slowly got up and turned around in Tim's arms. Then, with one last lingering taste of his lips, she broke free. We shouldn't do this. Why not? It isn't right. Oh come now! You are a lovely girl and one of my best friends. And what are best friends but lovers who don't make love? And sharing this intimacy only brings friends closer if they are well adjusted in their own sexuality and can enjoy sex without guilt. There is nothing wrong with making love with close friends, love making is meant to be between friends! It is fun only between people who trust each other. And if you are enjoying this, then there is nothing wrong with this. Agreed? Sort of.no actually, but when have I let the immorality of doing something stop me from doing it? Lisa smiled and moved away from Tim. She turned and slowly pulled off her sweatshirt and shirt, her hair falling about her shoulders. Her bra, since it was already unhooked, also came with her sweatshirt and shirt. Her breasts snagged in her shirt as it was pulled up and bounced slightly when they were freed. Tim's eyes almost fell out of his head with lust. They move! I mean, of course they move! They look lovely! Lisa laughed and pulled off her black jeans and panties. Then put her palms under her breast and raised them a little. Then, she let them go with another laugh, making them bounce again. Is this how you would like to photograph me? she asked impishly, her hair falling over her shoulders, her pinkish brown nipples erect, the brownish/black triangle of hair between her legs showing shyly. Don't tease me! said Tim as he pulled Lisa to him and lowered his lips to her breasts. Lisa put her hands in his hair and held his head steady as she arced her body to put her nipple into Tim's mouth. Tim pushed Lisa slowly to make her sit on the bed and then got down on his knees to sit with her legs encircling his torso. Lisa held Tim's face in her hands as he slowly started to lick her breasts. Yes, that feels really nice, sighed Lisa. Tim was slowly caressing her right breast with his palm as he used his tongue to lick the dark pink nipple of her left breast. He felt the soft weight of her breast quivering in his palm as he squeezed it slightly. He moved his palm to hold her erect nipple in his thumb and forefinger captured between them. He squeezed it slightly and felt Lisa sigh as she dropped her face into his neck. All her feeling was concentrated on her breasts. Tim pulled on her nipple slightly and squeezed it again. He twirled it slightly between his thumb and forefinger, and then pressed it into the breast. Lisa was breathing softly into Tim's neck, her breath tickling him. Tim sucked her left nipple into his mouth and squeezed it between his lips. Lisa sighed as his teeth came in contact with her nipple and his tongue started circling it slowly. Tim took her nipple and squeezed it between his teeth, holding it on the threshold of where the pleasure turned to pain. Then he slowly let his tongue run over the tip. Lisa held Tim's head tight and pulled his hair slightly as the pleasure cruised through her body to hit her deep between her legs. It's true, she whispered. A woman's breasts _have_ a direct connection to her pussy! Then she blushed when she realized what she had said. Tim continued to fondle and suck her breasts. Lisa had her legs around Tim's torso, and slowly squeezed and released him with her thighs. As she got wetter between her legs, she started to press her breasts more and more against Tim's face. Sometimes she would free her breasts from his clasp and caress his face with the nipples, feeling his eyes, his slightly unshaven face, his lips on them. Tim let Lisa's breasts go and slowly moved his lips lower. He kissed her between her breasts, feeling their soft smoothness on his cheeks. He licked the slight film of sweat that was forming on her body, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it. He moved his kisses under her breasts and kissed her where her breasts joined her ribs, feeling the soft weight of her breasts on his face. He kissed each rib separately as he moved lower and stopped at her navel. Lisa's stomach quivered in anticipation of his lips as Tim breathed softly into her navel and then lowered his lips to it. She gasped slightly when his lips touched her navel and his tongue slid into it. He licked the inside of her navel, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin on his face the warm smell of her body delighting him. Lisa leaned back and lay down on the bed, her hips over the edge, her legs on the floor. Her thighs opened wider as Tim raised them over his shoulders and slid under them. He turned his face and licked the inside of her soft, sensitive thigh, feeling the small, soft, golden hair on her inner thighs under his lips. He ran his tongue up her thigh till his face was almost touching her most private parts, the warm, musky, inviting smell making him dizzy. Then he moved slowly back out to her knees. He could see Lisa's pussy, covered with dark brown/black hair, glistening slightly in the moisture that had come from the pink, hot slit in the middle. The lips were open slightly, her clit protruding a little. It was beautiful and infinitely tempting. Tim moved back to Lisa's pussy, slowly, enjoying the touch of her inner thighs under his lips. Lisa's body stiffened in anticipation as she felt his lips move closer and closer to her moist pussy. Tim's lips moved on to the soft hair surrounding it, the hair tickling his nose. He nuzzled the hair apart and then his lips slowly covered her's in that most private of all kisses. Lisa sighed in pleasure as she felt his tongue taste her slit. Tim inserted the tip of his tongue into her slit as it opened under the loving pressure. He moved it slowly up, tasting the sweet moisture on his tongue. He reached her clit as it protruded out from between the lips and stabbed it with his tongue. Lisa sat up suddenly when his tongue touched her clit and then fell back in pleasure as he slowly licked it with long flat licks, her hips in his arms. This is wonderful Tim, it really is. Tim took her clit between his lips and kissed it. He licked the inside of her slit till it was wide open, welcoming him into its warmth. He reveled in the smell, the taste of it. Lisa was moaning slightly, almost continuously as his lips and tongue explored her. Her legs hung over his shoulders as his hands held her hips steady against his face. He moved his right hand down and around till it was on her smooth butt. He squeezed her butt and let his hand travel up the crack. Lisa pressed against his hand as he moved it slowly along the crack until it was against her slit. Tim wet his finger on her pussy, rolling his finger around to completely cover it with the moisture and slowly inserted it into her slit. Lisa arced her body and tighted her legs around Tim's head as she felt his finger enter her. The combined pleasure of his finger in her pussy and his tongue on her clit was getting too much for her. Tim moved his finger in and out of her pussy, slowly, feeling the muscles clamp around it, trying to hold it in as he inexorably pulled it out, and then pushed it back in just as she gave up. Her hips ground under his face, her hair tickling his nose. She moved with a rhythm, matching the push and pull of his finger and the thrusts of his tongue. Her fingers clutched at his hair and she gave herself up to the pleasure filling her body. Tim slipped his finger completely into Lisa and then, with his palm up, bent his finger as if beckoning someone. The tip pressed against the front wall of her vagina as he slowly pulled it out. When he was about two inches inside, Lisa suddenly moaned with pleasure. He had found her g-spot. There really is such a spot analogous to the male prostrate gland and it can give very intense orgasms if stimulated correctly. Tim put his finger on her spot and rubbed it with the tip of his finger. Tim rolled his finger on it, pressed it, ran his finger in circles over it, and generally enjoyed himself. Lisa was moaning almost continuously now. Suddenly, she felt the pleasure that had been cruising in her body start to erupt. She could distinctly feel each delicious lick of Tim's tongue as his finger stimulated her g-spot. Her thighs tightened around Tim's head as she lost herself to the pleasure of her building orgasm. Her pussy ground into his face, her hips thrusting. Tim could barely hold her. Her hands went to her face and covered it as she moaned, her blonde hair falling over her face, her body shuddering as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. Tim could feel her beautiful buttocks tighten and loosen as she ground her hips in his face. Her breasts shook and she bent her legs up, as she held them apart with her hands to better watch Tim lap at her pussy. Tim kept fucking her g-spot with his finger and Lisa's orgasm kept going. It was the longest orgasm she had ever had and she let herself go completely. She couldn't control herself as her moans of pleasure became louder and louder till she was almost screaming in pleasure. Just when she thought that it just couldn't go on any longer, Tim inserted a second finger inside her and as it touched her g-spot, she started another orgasm. It was unbelievable to her she thought she might pass out or something she had never felt this way. Tim seemed to know what he was doing maybe he had done this before. Lisa gave up completely and just enjoyed the delicious orgasms cruising through her body. Then in one final shudder of orgasmic pleasure, she lay back on the bed, giving herself up to the need of her pussy as the muscles squeezed his finger, her hips driving it deep inside, her legs pressed around Tim's head. Lisa moaned in a long sigh of pleasure as her orgasm subsided. Her body slowly relaxed as she straightened out her legs and pulled herself onto the bed. Lisa laid on Tim's bed, her hair falling over her face, her body covered with a film of sweat, her breasts exposed, her legs slightly together, bent, her pussy showing beautifully between them. Tim couldn't resist anymore. He got up and started to pull off his clothes quickly. Lisa watched him as he took off his clothes, her breathing slow, her eyes taking in every part of his body as it was tantalizingly revealed. She wondered why a look at his body made her feel so hungry for a touch, her body so little satisfied after having orgasmed in so satisfying a manner just a minute ago. Tim stood next to the bed, his member erect, waving slightly with his movements. His chest was covered with dark hair that thinned as it reached his stomach and then became thick again as it got to his member. He pulled out a condom from the drawer next to his bed, unwrapped it and unrolled it on his prick. Then he lowered himself onto the bed and sat between Lisa's legs. I want to make love to you, he whispered. May I? Yes. Lisa watched him with fascination as he raised her legs and put them on his shoulders, on either side of his head. He put his hands on her waist and slowly pulled her close over his bent legs. The head of his penis brushed against the soft curly hair between her legs, searching for her slit. Lisa gasped as it cleaved her apart, slipping in easily because of the wetness. She took him completely, easily, and moved her hips slowly in response to the caressing touch of his penis inside her body. Tim kissed the insides of her calves, rubbing his face against the soft skin. Lisa felt him lower her right leg slowly until it was lying on the bed beside him, her left leg still on his shoulder. She opened her eyes to see him move his hips and closed them as the pleasure cruised through her body when he slowly pressed his penis into her. The position was new to her and the touch of his penis different from what she had felt before. She gasped as he entered her completely, and then exchanged the positions of her legs, the right one on his shoulder, the left of the bed. The slow rhythm of her legs matched the rhythm of his hips, and Lisa enjoyed the pumping of his penis, completely un-self-conciously, her previous embarrassment forgotten in the touch of his body on her's. Tim felt himself getting closer to his orgasm and changed positions to slow it down. He grabbed Lisa's arms and slowly raised her till she was sitting in his lap, his penis never leaving her body. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as she put her arms around his neck while he held her steady with his arms around her waist. They kissed in a delicious long drawn kiss, their tongues tasting each other hungrily. Then Lisa leaned back in his arms and they made love, looking into each other's eyes. Lisa was free to move her hips and so she ground them is small figures of eights, feeling Tim's penis glide against the insides of her body, filling her with a melting pleasure that cruised through her body. Tim let his hands caress her breasts, feeling the erect nipples in his palms, feeling the soft weight as he lifted them and let them go. Lisa rubbed her breasts in his palms and they enjoyed each other's bodies slowly, lovingly. Then Tim felt his orgasm start rising again and changed positions again the movement making his orgasm subside temporarily. He put his arms around Lisa's waist, and with her arms holding him tightly around his neck, squirmed off the bed till he was standing. Lisa clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. Then she dropped one foot to the ground to support herself while Tim held the knee of her other leg in his palm, her leg bent. Tim's penis never once left her body and now he started moving it again. Lisa sighed with pleasure as it slid in and out of her pussy, her breasts crushed against his chest. Lisa could feel the hair around her slit mingle with the curly black hair around his penis, the pressure of his body against her triangle of hair stimulating her clit. They enjoyed each other like this, slowly pressing against each other, drawing apart, and then coming together again as his penis slipped in and out of her. Tim let Lisa's leg drop to the ground and they fell back onto the bed. Lisa pushed Tim until he laid on his back and climbed over him. She brought her knees up on either side of his torso and lowered herself on his penis. Tim felt himself engulfed inside the warmth of Lisa's pussy. She raised and lowered herself slowly, her breasts bouncing with her movements. Tim raised his palms to her breasts and squeezed them softly, lovingly. Then he moved his hands under her butt to support her. Lisa sat on his hands as he slowly raised and lowered her on his penis. Lisa felt him raise her till only the tip of his penis was inside her and she waited expectantly for the lowering that would fill her again. Tim held her like that, waiting for her to ask him to let her down over his penis again. Lisa looked in his eyes, a pleading, hungry look in her eyes. Tim held her, her body quivering in anticipation, but didn't let her lower herself. C'mon. she eventually moaned. C'mon what? Let go of me. Why? Lisa looked in his eyes again. He was smiling impishly, moving his body a little to tease her with his penis. Because I want your cock, sir, she said, realising what Tim was waiting for. I want it inside me so that I can feel it inside me. I want it completely buried inside my cunt. Tim laughed and Lisa laughed with him as he lowered her on his penis. Lisa felt him slide in, rubbing against the walls of her vagina, filling her up. Lisa's body arced as she felt herself start to orgasm. Tim's hands squeezed her behind, raising and lowering her as he watched her ride him to her orgasm. Her face flushed as she sighed in pleasure, the orgasm cruising up from her pussy to the tips of her nipples. Her pussy squeezed his penis as it spasmed in pleasure and she could feel his penis start to swell. Tim's orgasm hit him just as Lisa's was dying out and when she saw him start to orgasm, her orgasm rekindled. She moved up and down, bouncing her breasts, her hands holding her hair out of her eyes, her pussy squeezing his penis. Tim's penis overflowed, the orgasm cruising through his body as he watched Lisa's delicious body over his. His penis pulsed, the semen bursting from it. As he reached the peak, Lisa lowered her breasts into his mouth and as he drew a nipple hungrily into his mouth, she came again in a shudder. They rode out the orgasm together, their sighs echoed in each other. Later, they laid in each other's arms, Tim's naked penis nestled against Lisa's body. They smiled into each other's eyes, kissed each other, their bodies satisfied for the moment, their lips not. You feel good. I love the touch of your breasts against me. I like touching you too. You know, we should do this again sometime. From now on, whenever you feel like a little love-making, you call me. Just that, for the pleasure it gives us. We can never be lovers, we'd fight too much and break up. I like this better I would never lose you this way. You'd always be with me. Tim fondled her breast and kissed it softly and looked in her eyes. May I.? What?! Already?! Tim drew her close to him and covered her lips with his.