At first it seemed a little awkward to be close-dancing with Peter’s cock pressing so urgently between them, but gradually they began to include it in their movement; Jane swaying slowly back and forth at the hips so that it rubbed against her smooth belly and both of them in turn gracefully fondling and kissing each other in various ways in harmony with their sensuous drifting movements.
But slowly their caresses grew longer and more involved, and they danced less and less, until finally they were standing still, embracing: skin touching skin from knees to chest.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.Then without speaking turned and walked, hand in hand, back into the house. No. Not yet.
With a supreme effort of will, she pulled away from him and stood up, her legs still straddling his. She quickly slid the ribbon from the box. She was dying of curiosity. She remembered the night he’d brought her the corsage. But he’d already given her flowers, so what could the box possibly contain?
She lifted the lid.
Inside, nestled on a bed of white cotton was…a packet of condoms. “That’s easy,” she replied, kissing him. “You are.”
Dinner with her parents was even better than she had hoped: They had gone out to a nice Japanese restaurant, eaten mountains of food and talked about everything under the
