A few strands of her strawberry-blond hair lay along her cheek. Brushing these back, he leaned in to bring his lips to hers. Lifting herself to meet him, she closed her eyes. His lips lightly brushed against hers once... twice... three times, the hand at her chin sliding back to cuff the back of her head. Then his lips locked gently against hers and guided them open. His tongue slid into her mouth and she raised hers in greeting. As the two appendages swirled over and around one another, his fingers tensed against her ass, pressing at it through her skirt.

They kissed for several minutes, their lips pressing together,...