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He gave me nothing but kisses but the way he kissed promised that he was likely to possess some serious skills.  Tom didn’t push to go further and I was happy about that; it made me believe that he respected me.  To be honest, though, I would have let him if he tried.  Those romantic, sexy dreams I’d had about Tom were now, out of unrequited desire, turning into dirty, lustful fantasies.  I was basically a pool of liquid when he so much as looked my way.
     
     
    Tom
    When I got home I collapsed on my bed and raked my hands over my face—sexually frustrated but happy as hell.
    I showed up at Darcy’s early tonight, figuring we’d hang out while we waited for her parents.  No one was downstairs when I let myself in.  I heard music coming from Darcy’s room and when I knocked and she didn’t answer, I poked my head in.  Still didn’t see her.  I walked in and nearly dropped when she walked out of her closet, clothes on hangers in each hand, wearing only a pair of black lace underwear, no bra.  I was stuck in time, mouth hanging open, staring at, seriously, the most spectacular set o f breasts known to man.  I came-to a moment later, turned so my back was to her, and sputtered, “Shit, Darcy, I’m sorry.  I knocked!”
    I heard the hangers drop and she was quiet for a m oment before she said shyly, “I want you to turn around.”
    That’s all she said.  I felt like my heart was in my throat.  I didn’t move. “Tom,” she pleaded, “I want you to look at me.”
    I could feel that she was moving closer to me.  My pants were getting painfully tight.  What had it been, five weeks?  Five weeks of getting to know her, holding back, not so much as even trying to go past first base? And it wasn’t that I’d been suffering through it.  It was more like I was my old self again, enjoying the slow build-up, being ok with the pace of things, wanting to make sure that she was ready.  But God, I was ready.
    I finally turned and she was now less than a foot in front of me.  She slowly took one of my hands and put it to her breast so that my hand was full with her sweet, heavy swell.  She tried to sound confident but her look told me she was nervous as she said, “I want to feel your hands on me.”
    Fuuuuck.  I struggled to breathe as I put my free hand on her other breast.  Her nipples puckered and her head fell back slightly as I stroked my thumbs over her.  My eyes moved over her body from bottom to top.  I pract ically croaked, “Damn, Darcy, you’re so beautiful.”
    She looked at me and smiled, her eyes heavy, as she reached up and moved her hands through my hair.   I moved closer and cupped her beautiful ass in my hands as I kissed her deeply.  I could hear her sweet little moans as my fingertips inched closer to her sex.  Her body felt so fucking fantastic pressed up against me that I thought I would come right there and then.  And at that moment we heard Dan and Jenna downsta irs coming in the front door. 
    I let out a long, shaky breath, gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek, and backed away from her.  She looked flushed and happy.  I could barely see straight.  I def initely needed a few minutes to pull myself together before her parents got there.  I didn’t know how I was going to be able to concentrate during dinner.  I didn’t think I’d be able to get the image of her, as she’d just stood before me, out of my mind.
     
    After that crazy start to the night, dinner with her parents did turn out to be relaxed and fun.  Her father is a great guy.  You can tell he’s a big deal in his field, well respected.  And Sarah is as nice as Darcy described her.  I caught on to a little bit of tension between Darcy and her dad when he asked about her plans for next year.  Darcy looked at him a little defiantly and said, “Same plan, Dad.  Plugging right along.  I’ll be in med school by September.”
    He took a deep breath, “I just don’t want you to be too hard on