Everything has consequences (Part two)

Kissing was a natural act for me. But when it actually came down to it, I might have sucked at it. 

Raea certainly didn't complain and just stroked me while I played with her chest, our mouths totally connected. 

She slid her hands in my underwear, and I slid mine in her brassier. 

Hers were modest, bigger than Marg's but actually the perfect size for my hands. I could grab them, like really grab them. 

Soft. 

She let out soft moans every now and then. She wasn't as sensitive as I thought, but it didn't stop. 

We kissed, we stroked and two minutes later, my underwear was soiled. 

Pant!

Our breaths were heavy. We were ready to roll. 

Raea undressed herself. I guess she got disappointed that I didn't do that. We were both sweaty but she was sweatier. Her body was also slightly shaking. 

Nervous?

Her?

But wasn't she the one who wanted to do this?

"What's wrong? You, okay?"