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I was scared to death at that point, I had no idea where the hell I was getting such a ridiculous amount of confidence from. It was my first, real kiss with a girl and it was with Jennifer—I was in complete elation. In the back of my mind, I was in sheer disbelief that I was kissing this gorgeous girl, while at the forefront I kept myself calm and collected. I had no idea how well I was kissing her, but the sound of her soft, content moans against my lips seemed to be a decent hint.

Eagerness and amazement surged through me. Her lips were so soft, carrying the delicately sweet taste of whatever lip balm she had on. I took in the sweet scent of her perfume, elated by the fact that she'd taken over all of my senses. Her body was so soft and warm, finding myself unconsciously holding her tightly against me to draw in more of her warmth.

The silence all around us amplified the sound of our breaths and our lips smacking together. Jennifer placed her hands on my shoulders as we kissed with a deeper intimacy than before. I, too, began to quietly moan as I pressed into her warm, plush lips over and over again. My hands came down from the wall and I wrapped my arms around her lower back, pulling her closer to me which helped to deepen the bond between our mouths.

She sighed in pleasure as she lifted a hand to gently cup my cheek, her touch creating a spark of elation inside me. I was so amazed to be sharing such an intimate moment with a girl that I'd been so enamored with for months; a girl that seemingly hated me with an undying passion. Yet, the only passion either of us felt at that moment was from the amicable warmth we shared.

Our lips smacked and slid in unison as we tilted our heads from side to side, breathing all over each other, both of us unyielding in our session of lip-wrestling. She very briefly pulled away at points to catch her breath which had become hot, and to look at me as though to remind herself that this was happening. She was so warm, so soft and so docile in that state.

Soon, we pulled away from each other almost in sync. Both of us uttered a deep sigh as we panted softly and gazed into each other’s eyes once more. Her green eyes shimmered with excitement, just as mine did.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she breathily remarked.

I let out an airy chuckle. "Don't act like you never fantasized about doing this with me," I remarked with a smirk.

"I've never fantasized about you even once," she haughtily replied. "Not like you do."

I casually admitted, "Oh, I've dreamed about this moment many, many times—day and night."

"Oh, shut up," she replied with a slight grin.

"Even during class sometimes," I went on. She scoffed. "Doesn't that turn you on to know that I've been just a few feet away from you, daydreaming about your naked body?"

"Can I strangle you now?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head. "It won't take very long."

I smiled, ignoring her remark as I reached up to her face with one hand. I gently folded her hair behind her ear and delicately brushed her cheek. Both of us stared unblinkingly as we shared a never-before-felt moment of warm serenity between us.

"You're so beautiful, Jennifer..." I quietly remarked. "You seriously are. And it probably sounds crazy, but I like spending time and being with you."

She remained quiet for a moment, her eyes shifting back and forth as she gauged my expression. "My gosh, you mean that," she softly replied.

I smirked deviously. "I'm as real right now as the boner in my pants I have for you."

She scoffed and grinned. "I fucking hate you so much!" she exclaimed as we shared a brief laugh.

"And you think I'm good-looking too, don't you?"

"Shut up," she responded, rolling her eyes.

"Go on, just admit it," I provoked her with a grin.

"I said shut up. You're already getting what you want, aren't you, lover boy?" she playfully asked.

I shook my head in disagreement just as she looked away from me. "No, no, not really. I want to hear you tell me what you think of me." She turned her attention back to me. "Be honest."

She gazed down at my chest with a sigh. "Well...," she slowly spoke up. "...I think you're a bastard, but... you're a cute bastard. And you're not a bad kisser." I chuckled, taking her remark as a compliment. "I just...wish you would relax more and just be normal."

She looked into my eyes with a sense of pure honesty that I'd never seen before. I nodded to her.

"For you, I'll gladly do that..." I whispered as my face leaned in toward hers. She happily clasped her lips around mine, our lips dancing around one another, picking up where we left off earlier.

We moaned softly against each other as our kiss quickly became something much more hot and fervid. Something about letting our emotions show made us both so much hungrier for one another. We were both certain about what we wanted to do with each other and so, the temperature quickly began to rise.

However, I kept her in suspense, not willing to go any further just yet. I gently rubbed her lower back as we kissed with increasing tension. We pushed deeply and quickly, almost diving into each other’s lips whilst panting heavily all over one another.

Jennifer's body seemed to tense up the longer our wildly passionate kiss went on. She displayed her eagerness to move further when she reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall, kissing her even more fervently.

She moaned and weakly fought against me for a brief moment before giving in and then encouraging me to kiss other parts of her body by tilting her head away from me. I mindlessly did as she tacitly asked me to, grazing my lips across her cheek and kissing under her chin. She greeted me by tilting her head back, allowing me to kiss her exposed neck. I'd always fantasized about having my first time with her in a bed together, under the cover of midnight's darkness. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and this was way more enthralling than I could've ever dreamed.