C4 antho - Chamber Four

Seven Little Stories About Sex ~63~
labia and moisture and so he rubbed her belly and put his
index finger in her navel and wiggled it around some. Then,
as if it were a power button turning her on, she rotated toward
him and placed her hand on his cheek and opened her
mouth to him. He moved his lips and let his tongue do some
of the work and he tried to move his head around and brush
his fingers lightly against her face like he’d seen actors do in
movies. He put his hand on her shoulder blades and massaged
where it met her side, just under her armpit and he
slowly slid his hand over with each combination of kisses.
But as soon as he felt the padded cup of her bra, she took his
hand and put it on her thigh and then she rolled on top of
him.
The boy was a little timid now―he didn’t want to put his
hands where they weren’t wanted―but the girl was kissing
him more earnestly and she had done a strange thing with
her legs. They were parted over his upper thigh and as she
kissed him, she pressed against him and she kissed him more
quickly. He eased his thigh up against her crotch and her
body became taut, like a tuned string. She moved faster now
and his hand was on the back of her jeans and she pulled her
face away from his so that she could breathe. He wanted her
now, wanted every part of himself inside her and he saw on
her face not desire but a look of confusion or surprise, her
eyes open so that he could see the milky whites even with
just the low light of the cathedral behind her. Her hair hung
down and a few strands were wet and caught against the side
of her face like the loop of a question mark.
Then he stopped. Abruptly he stopped. There was a firefly-sized
light directly to the side of him that shook and flickered
as it approached. The boy stopped and the girl
smoothed his face with her hand and said, “What’s wrong?”
And he said, “Shhh.” She rubbed his chest and bent down to
kiss him and she squeezed his thigh with her legs.