[This is the first time a boy has put his tongue in her mouth. It's the first time anyone has, frankly, but she's not going to dwell on that. It's...odd, a little, but she would've hated it more if he'd done it without the implicit request first. She'd known what was coming, even if she hadn't been altogether prepared for the actual sensation.
It's a little frustrating that she doesn't know what to do, besides just...letting him kiss her. There's only so much one can pick up from media, and she doesn't have experience to draw on to guide her through what she likes and what she doesn't. Maybe she's supposed to be passive and let him do as he pleases, but it's hard to imagine someone like him being satisfied with that. The last thing she wants is to put him off by acting like a cold fish or a useless ingenue.
Still, there are her hands. One is still on his chest. Maybe — maybe, she considers, and then doesn't finish the thought before simply moving her gloved hand across the plane of his chest, feeling him out. There's muscle beneath his baggy clothing; that's a bit of a surprise. Maybe it feels good for him, if she moves her fingers like that; it's sending little shudders down her own spine, the way his hand keeps grazing her body where she's sensitive.
What could happen, she wonders? What will he look like, if she tries to make him shiver, too? Maybe there's a way. She'll have to touch him to find out.]
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It's a little frustrating that she doesn't know what to do, besides just...letting him kiss her. There's only so much one can pick up from media, and she doesn't have experience to draw on to guide her through what she likes and what she doesn't. Maybe she's supposed to be passive and let him do as he pleases, but it's hard to imagine someone like him being satisfied with that. The last thing she wants is to put him off by acting like a cold fish or a useless ingenue.
Still, there are her hands. One is still on his chest. Maybe — maybe, she considers, and then doesn't finish the thought before simply moving her gloved hand across the plane of his chest, feeling him out. There's muscle beneath his baggy clothing; that's a bit of a surprise. Maybe it feels good for him, if she moves her fingers like that; it's sending little shudders down her own spine, the way his hand keeps grazing her body where she's sensitive.
What could happen, she wonders? What will he look like, if she tries to make him shiver, too? Maybe there's a way. She'll have to touch him to find out.]