Chapter 34: Chelsea's Date

He didn’t even blink when she said it, but rather grinned, his nervousness now officially gone, it seemed. “I think I can do that,” Peter said, as he ran his hands up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts as he did, lowering his mouth to kiss her again. She moaned as his lips pressed hers, his tongue darting into her mouth, twirling with hers as he ran a hand up her back. She could taste the passion on his lips, the lust on his tongue.

Chelsea slid a hand up his back and around his neck as she stroked his cock through his jeans with her other hand. She groaned even more as she felt how hard he was becoming, his manhood swelling in his pants the more she gripped it. She couldn’t wait to have it out of his pants and in her pussy.