6 Times a Day

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Alan thought, Oh shit! Danger! Another kissing moment!

Their faces were already just inches apart, so the talk about passion instantly turned a non-sexual discussion into a very steamy one. He didn't know what to do. He was unwilling to kiss her, but her face looked so heart-breakingly gorgeous that he was captivated; he couldn't pull back or even look away.

He wanted to resist, to say something tactful and clever that would break the sexual tension. But all that happened was that he opened his mouth. And somehow, their heads drew still closer until their lips were touching.

They started to kiss, but it wasn't fiery or physical, at least not yet. Both felt an electric shock when their lips met, but lips touching was all that happened at first. They were tentative and even still disbelieving that this was actually happening.

Christine thought to herself, Watch out! This should NOT be happening!

However, it felt so nice that she couldn't muster up the resolve to break away. Instead, she found herself justifying it. Awww, what's the harm? This is a practice date, right? Well, it kinda is. And all we're doing is practice kissing. It doesn't count! Besides, it's not really a "real" kiss; we're just touching lips!

Time passed. It might have been a few seconds or a few hours, because they both lost track of real time. The emotional time was what mattered, and it was a seemingly endless moment neither would ever forget.

Christine managed to let out an erotic "Mmmm!" without moving her lips. She was in seventh heaven, even though their lips were doing nothing more than touching. She was extremely aroused, although she was trying hard not to admit that to herself.

Aaaaarrgh! Alan thought. I've been sexually teased beyond all reason! As if her lips don't feel amazing enough, she had to make that sexy "Mmmm" noise, exactly like Mom makes! I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't resist anymore!

He tilted his head slightly, stuck his tongue out and began kissing her in earnest.

Within seconds, she started actively kissing back. It was clear that she had no idea what she was doing, and she obviously regarded his tongue probing into her mouth as an unwelcome invasion at first. But she did her best to imitate what he was doing, and before long she was enjoying it greatly.

Time passed, and after another minute or two she even managed to probe his mouth with her tongue as eagerly as he was exploring hers.

But she hadn't yet learned how to breathe while kissing mouth-to-mouth, so eventually she had to pause to catch her breath.

He looked and felt stunned. "Wow! That was just... wow! But we really shouldn't-"

She said, "Shut up and kiss me, you fool!" But she didn't actually give him time to do that, because she resumed kissing him just as soon as she could get those words out.

Now that she had a better idea what she was doing, her second kiss was even more passionate than the first. Their heads tilted this way and that as they both strove to perfect their magical lip-lock.

Alan's arousal was rising and rising, like a rocket to the moon, but even so he was trying to control himself. Had he been kissing one of his women at home, he would have expected to have most of their clothes removed by this point as the woman jacked him off or blew him. He was determined to limit this to just a kiss, so he did his best to keep his hands from wandering. But there were limits to his resolve, and he somehow wound up with a hand caressing one of Christine's boobs.

He thought, Oh no! What am I doing?! Look where my hand is! I have to move it! But come on; this is Christine! I've been wanting to touch those babies for YEARS! And damn! Even through her top they feel FANTASTIC!

But no! I've got to control myself! I'm a bad person! Depraved, even! I have to keep my depravity from her. She's an angel. I can't, I just can't corrupt her. But this feels so good! Oh God, I'm caressing her tits, now. Both tits! Shit, how did that second hand get there?! And the kiss! The kiss! How can I let go with this nuclear kiss making me so hot?!

His fondling hands left him with no doubt that she was braless. But that fact only fired his lust even more. To his great joy, his fondling caused another of her buttons to come undone, exposing even more of her luscious curves. With her dress already cut so low, he knew he could slip his hands under the fabric and touch and play directly with her nipples. He was sorely tempted to do so, but he was aware of the slippery slope.

Christine had been trying hard not to think at all, because on some level she was worried that she'd talk herself out of continuing their passionate necking. However, the way he was fondling her boobs made it hard to remain in denial. At first she thought, Darn that Alan! He's such a boob fiend. It's kinda cute, actually. Heck, let him have his fun. I know he's been wanting to touch my breasts for years.

But then she started to realize that between the kissing and his touching, her lust was spiraling out of control. She didn't know what would happen if she completely "broke," but she felt like she was on the cusp of a breaking point, and that scared her. Even though she realized "breaking" probably just meant she'd have a really big orgasm, she was afraid of doing that in front of him, and in a restaurant no less.

Oh no! What's happening to me?! This feels too good! Way too good! Am I about to climax? Because this is NOTHING like masturbation! It's a million times better! Oh God, I'm losing my mind! His hands, his lips... too good!

Suddenly, she managed to disengage. She sat back, panting hard.

He'd also been having growing doubts about the wisdom of what they were doing. Once she pulled away, he was able to control himself, although just barely. It had felt fantastic, but he couldn't shake the nagging certainty that he was doing her wrong. So he also sat back, panting along with her.

They both were too embarrassed to look at each other or say anything, even after their breathing eased somewhat.

Finally, Christine said, while staring straight ahead to avoid eye contact, "That was, uh... You owed me, right?"

"Huh?" When he was this horny, he couldn't think very well. The fact that her perfect tits were threatening to spill out of her revealing top, thanks to all of her heavy breathing and the extra button that had come undone, didn't exactly help his concentration. He loved the fact that he could manage to see all the way down to where the undersides of her boobs met the very top of her stomach.

She prodded, "Remember? You owed me for the math help. And you repaid me with a kiss. 'Cos I can use the practice. So it was a... fair deal. 'Cos, uh, I've never been... properly... I mean..." She blushed.

He could see she was struggling, so he tried to act like a polite gentleman, even a slightly theatrical version of one. "Glad to have been of service, ma'am. Is there anything else I can do for you, m'lady?"

She shook her head 'No'. Don't tempt me!

Hoping to ease the still intense sexual tension with laughter, he joked, "So am I off the hook, or am I stuck being your permanent sex slave?"

She smiled at that, but thought, He's tempting me! What I wouldn't give to be able to do that to him all the time. I'm so jealous of Amy. Oh, damn! Amy! What was I doing, kissing her boyfriend?! That's so WRONG!

She grinned. "You're off the hook. After all, I don't think Amy would like that idea."

He replied, "Actually, Amy's so easygoing about sharing me, I don't think she'd mind. She's kinda unusual that way."

His reminder that she didn't really have to feel guilty about Amy, due to Amy's remarkably generous attitude, redoubled her longing to kiss him some more. But then she turned serious and looked at him intently.

Trying to justify her guilty actions to herself as well as to him, she said, "But, uh... we didn't REALLY kiss just then, did we? I mean, this is a practice date, right? Or kind of one, anyway. So we're not really here, if you know what I mean, and if we're not here, how could we be really kissing?" She realized she was practically babbling, she was so nervous.

He laughed. "Blonde logic. Gotta love it!" He loved the fact that even though they'd disengaged and she'd obviously calmed down some, she still hadn't made any move to rebutton her buttons, or even cover the gaping chasm in her black dress that showed that her huge tits were braless.

She growled in annoyance at the "blonde logic" comment.

Trying to joke some more, he suggested, "If we're not here, and we didn't kiss, then we can't kiss again, even if we do."

Christine realized that she'd made a mistake to make eye contact with him again while her hormones were still running wild. Their eyes locked, and their heads started to move inexorably closer. Far from seeing his comment as a joke, she found it almost an excuse. If we just didn't kiss twice, then what's the harm in 'not kissing' again?!

Their hearts pounded wildly as their lips met again. If anything, this kiss was even more passionate than the previous two. Both of them thought it likely that they wouldn't be able to do this again for a long time, so they tried to make the most of the opportunity.

He tried his best not to fondle her breasts again, but that was as futile as falling and trying to will gravity to stop. His hands latched back on her as they resumed a rather gentle but insistent caressing and fondling.

The way she responded, with erotic moans of pleasure and even more fervent kisses, made him nearly cum in his pants. Although his erection was merely straining against fabric, he couldn't have been any more aroused, even if Susan and Suzanne had been jointly licking all over it at the same time.

Several minutes passed. They were starting to get to know each other's kissing styles, and getting better at necking by the moment.

Eventually, he remembered that they were in a public place. Although they were in an out-of-the-way booth in back and no one else had apparently seen Christine's near-scandalous attire, if they kept at it someone was going to notice them sooner or later. The fact that they were in such seclusion actually had become a detriment because it had increased his temptation to throw caution to the wind, yank her top down to her waist, and go to town exploring her unbelievably perfect body.

He could easily see that happening, and that's what actually scared him into behaving. Using all his resolve, he somehow managed to break the kiss and remove his hands from her wonderfully soft, huge breasts. Since he didn't trust his resolve, he stood up rapidly and moved away from the booth as if he were afraid to even get near her (which actually was the case at that moment).

Christine reached for him longingly until she realized that he had moved too far away. Her desire for a passionate kiss was more than satiated, leaving her deliriously happy. She sat back and closed her eyes to savor what had just happened while a blissful look filled her face.

She just stared at him as she slowly realized the enormity of what they had just done. She didn't know if she wanted to slug him or throw herself against him for yet another kiss. Actually, she wanted to do both at the same time.

The growing silence between them was very awkward. Neither knew what to say, or if they should even acknowledge the kissing had happened at all. Finally, he said rather lamely, "Uh, I'm going to go to the bathroom, okay? I'll be back in a minute."

She just nodded and then closed her eyes.