You finish early
From Torg Adventure
Perhaps it is finally taking the chance and kissing Stacy, or the anticipation of what's going to happen next, but in less than an hour, the two of you have finished all your work.
"Wow, that went fast," Stacy says, turning to look at you with a grin.
"I don't have to head home for another hour. What on Earth shall we do till then?" you ask sarcastically.
"I don't know. How about we do that thing we did before? You know ... this," she says with a big ear-to-ear smile, before she leans in and kisses you again. She is more passionate than before, since she's not surprised this time. Your hands caress her hair and her back. She has one hand on your neck, keeping you close, and the other rests on you hip, stroking your butt.
You put a hand on her hip and slide it under her shirt, stroking along her back, skin to skin. Stacy doesn't stop you. She pushes her tongue through your lips, starting the French kiss. She tastes wonderful, and her tongue plays with yours. You slide your hand around under her shirt until you can reach her boob. You caress it through her bra, trying to find her nipple through the fabric. She moans into your mouth and pushes her breast harder into your hand.
You gasp and break the kiss when you feel her squeeze your cock. Stacy sits up and fiddles behind her and under her shirt. She pops the clasp on her bra. "This is just getting in the way," she says. You watch her, mesmerized, as she loops the straps out her sleeves and then removes the whole thing through her sleeve. It looks impossible that she did that. Obviously this is a mystery only known by girls. She lays back down on the bed and you kiss her, running your hand up under her shirt again, this time finding her bare breast to fondle.
What now?
