EXTRACT FOR
The First Kiss
(J.S. Lee)

As she opened the downstairs door of her apartment building, before she could step into the foyer, the hands were on her shoulders.  "Looking good tonight, baby," and she knew it was Mikey.  "Hot date tonight?" he wanted to know.



"No, not really," she answered, "what are you doing here?" she asked for the second time that evening, but she knew his answer.



"Well, I thought maybe you'd be in the mood for a little," he paused, following her up the stairs, as if he knew the answer, "a little romance," which for Mikey meant some fast kisses and sometimes even faster sex.



It would help her stop thinking of the breathless kisses that seemed to have melted their way into her brain though, so she let him in.  Mikey was gorgeous and sweet, his long, lean swimmer's build was completely different from Mr. Brooks' stockier, muscled frame, it would be impossible to keep fantasizing about him with Mikey on top of her.



Mikey peeled the dress off over her head as soon as she shut the door.  His hands had reached down the back of her panties the next moment and as they made their way to the bed, Vanessa had undone his pants and felt his stiff cock pulsate in her hand when she pulled him out of the underwear.



As they reached the bed, she spread her legs and invited him with a wave of her hand, feeling his cock touch her hip before he even kissed her.  His kisses were fast and direct, like everything else about her former lover.  He wasted no time and entered her quickly, she had been slick and ready and he moaned when he thrust deep inside.