Alice continued to stroke and massage Shane’s head, until she whispered like a scared child,

Alice: “Please don’t hurt me”

Shane’s eyes popped open. She tenses quickly but Alice’s head massage slowly calms her down. Shane brings her arms completly around Alice’s waist. She began to kiss the exposed flesh of Alice’s neck. Shane releshed the ‘milk and honey’ flesh that plagued her mind for so long. She smiled against the baby soft curves thinking ‘this feels right. Its even better then I thought it would be’. Alice let out a little chuckle when she felt Shane smile againts her neck and placed her left hand over Shane’s.

Alice: “Shane…your driving me crazy and we haven’t even done anything yet.”

Shane’s smile broadened against Alice. Shane took her left hand that was covered with Alice’s and brought it too her giant cowboy beltbuckle and held on like she was at an actual rodeo. Alice gasped at her roughness as Shane grazed her fingertips up the flat toned stomach that was tightening with her every movemtent. Shane moved up and under the thin tight wife beater that was like a brick wall between her and Alice. Alice quivered as she felt Shane sweep circles around her right breast. She was longing to just turn around and take Shane right there, but she knew Shane’s wisdom was right. This had to be perfect…perfect for both of them. Their own personal relationship demons, and vulnerabilities that came from being hurt when opening up to someone could immediately take over at any moment and send them on a downward spiral that could ruin this hiatus of ecstacy. Shane began to lightly kiss and nibble on Alice’s neck as she let out a moan.

Shane: “Mmmm… you taste better than anything else you had to offer.”

Shane guided Alice back and she kicked the refridgerator door closed. Alice couldn’t hold back any longer, she had to taste some part of Shane…any part of her. She continued to massage the back of her head, but pulled Shane away from her neck. Alice tilted her head up and kiss Shane sensually like she’d kissed no one before. It’s a simple cliche, but the fact was… she had never met this person who was in her kitchen seducing her body, while honoring her gentle state of being.