Review Blog: MY FIRST SEX TEACHER MYFIRSTSEXTEACHER love it." I bent and kissed her gently, sliding my hand around so I was cupping the back of her head as I did. As our lips joined, she took my head in her warm hands. The kiss started gently but, as our kisses tended to do, it quickly grew heated. Our tongues began exploring and lashing and the electricity of pleasure began to arc between us. It didn't seem possible for me to kiss Hillary without that happening.
"Sometimes I wish I wasn't going to college," Hillary murmured when, at one point, we paused our kissing to breath. "I...I don't ever want this to end...not ever."
I took a breath, about to respond to her comment, but instead I just resumed the delightful experience of necking with her. Right then, I felt the same way she did, wrong though it might be, and I was afraid I'd say things I didn't want to say.
Our making out progressed just as it always did, from kissing to grabbing at each other's bodies. "I thought so," I said when I slid my hand into the wide neck of Hillary's dress and discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. "No bra."
"I thought you might like that," she giggled softly. "I saw you looking at my breasts before."
"I'm not sure what I like more, looking at them, or touching them," I said. "No...that's not true. Touching them is way better."
"Oh, yeah!" Hillary groaned as I swept my thumb over a stiffening nipple. "You're right. Touching is way better."
I didn't want to stretch out her dress, so I started opening the little buttons that held it closed. Soon her gorgeous breasts were exposed and I was licking and sucking her nipples while she clutched my head, groaned, and shuddered. I kept opening buttons until there weren't any more to open, leaving her elegant body bare save for a very scanty pair of lacy white underpants I'd never seen before. Maybe the dress wasn't the only thing she'd bought to make this evening special.
