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I’ve dated girls longer and knew them half as well. But I know if I cup her ass, she’d like it. It’s like an instinct. I won’t stop touching her once I start. I haven’t even tried to touch those glorious boobs yet. I dream of what those tits look and taste like. But I’m afraid I’ll screw up everything if I push too far. I need her to want it.

Foreplay hasn’t been my thing because there’s usually a time limit, like curfew, or we’re in the back of a car. I’m usually more than ready to go. Don’t get me wrong, I like my dick sucked, but I’ve never felt right going down on a girl. I want to take my time with Lizzie. I don’t know how experienced she is, but her tongue does dangerous things to me.

She’s moaning as she rocks into me a little, and I moan into her mouth. Fuck. I’m going to jizz my jeans if she doesn’t stop. “Lizzie,” I say with a shaky voice. And push her back a tiny bit. She backs away instantly.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” She covers her face. I breathe in and out. I picture linemen in the showers. Big guys but not that fit.

“No. You misunderstand me.”

She rushes to the blanket and starts to collect her things. I hear her muttering, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t ever be embarrassed. I’m so incredibly turned on by you. I have to take a breather so I don’t lose it.” She bites her bottom lip and I throw my head back and groan. “How are you this sexy?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know how to be sexy. You must bring it out.”

“Sit.” She does as I say. I like that this stubborn and private girl did as I asked. She crosses her legs and I sit opposite her. She’s still looking away. I pull her chin up so we’re staring at each other. “Never be embarrassed for something you want.” She bats those lashes and grins. I see confidence return to her eyes.

She smirks. “Is the other surprise your penis?” I bust out laughing. I’m incredibly nervous, but I want to share this with her. I can’t imagine holding anything back from her. I want to be all things to her right the fuck now. She’s staring at the folder I handed her.

“Is this homework? I have a full schedule and can’t take on anymore. You’re going to have to do your own work.” She’s funny.

I inhale and hold my breath as she opens it. She doesn’t say anything as she stares at it. She removes it from the little pocket and runs her fingers over the image. I can’t tell what she’s thinking or doing. I have no clue what to do. I shift and arrange things around me. I put my thumbs into my fist and pull them out again. She looks up, her eyes filled with tears.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry. Is that too weird?” She’s staring at a pencil drawing I did of her. It’s from the day we walked through the stamp market, the Carré Marigny, like Audrey Hepburn in the movie Charade. I’d never seen the movie, but Lizzie insisted it was a classic. So we walked around searching for a stamp vendor. I thought she was insane until that night when we watched her DVD of it on my laptop. She bought an exotic stamp for pennies, and I drew this picture.

She didn’t stay the night, but I wanted to hold her all night and see what she looks like when she wakes up. I wanted to kiss her morning breath away and hide how hard my dick gets first thing in the morning.

She puts her hand on my forearm. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Where did you get this?”

Oh shit. She thinks I had it commissioned.

Here goes nothing. “You know how you ‘observe?’” I use air quotes. She rolls her eyes. “You write. I draw. Same skill, different sides of the coin. I observe, too.”

“But it’s so beautiful.”

That breaks my heart a bit. She has no clue how fucking hot she is and how every person notices.

“Could you write a false observation?” I ask. She smiles a sweet, crooked smile. She shakes her head no. “I see you this beautiful.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s a present, say thank you.”

“You’re so talented. How did I not know? I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention. Is that why we visit Picasso’s sketchbooks?”

“I was going to show you my sketchbook that day, then I freaked out over the jock thing. Then it was signing day, my dad blew up, and I hid it for a while.”

She tackles me and now she’s lying on top of me. She’s staring at me with a new depth. I push her hair behind her ear.

“You know this a dicey position, missy.”

She nods, then holds my face. “Let’s not let your dad or my dad come between any conversation or moment again.”

She kisses me. My mind is blank because the only thing in it is how she aligned her hips on top of me. My hands go to her ass. I can’t stop them. Fuck it. She freezes for a moment then relaxes into it and kisses me deeper, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I knead her perfect curvy bubble ass. Her pelvis shifts and I need her to back away.

“Beautiful, amazing Lizzie. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you need to get off me, or that hard-as-hell thing on your stomach will take over. My brain ceases to work when he’s in charge.” She rolls to the side and I follow. She props herself up on an elbow.

“I don’t know what to do. How to not touch you,” she says.