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Epilogue

Alice asked me if I would wear underwear she brought me. I told her I would. Then, bravely, I started to tug down my own y-fronts. Alice's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a shriek, and she asked me incredulously what I was doing.

I told her that I couldn't wear them because she hadn't brought them for me. She giggled and kissed me to muffle her laughter. She was playing along so I slipped up her t-shirt. She raised her head so I could take it off.

She was giving me permission. Now Alice was topless and I was naked and we were laying under the covers in a tiny bed in a seaside inn and our mum and dad were bonking in the other room and we could still sometimes hear their muffled moaning.

I was running my hand up and down the side of her torso. Alice liked that. I could feel a slight extra softness at the top of the stroke where her breasts were. The side of her breasts. I was so sensitive to every touch and so was she. I moved my hand slightly so it came inwards at the top of the stroke to touch more of her breast, but she immediately moved my hand to its previous path. Her breasts were off-limits.

So after some more stroking I focused on heading south and squeezing the cheek at the bottom of each stroke. Alice was really enjoying it and our kissing grew in intensity. Without breaking the kiss I half sat up and Alice rolled onto her back and I came back down on top of her.

She wrapped her legs around me as my willy jabbed into her knickers. She came up for breath and said I was going to ruin the thong. I solved that by sitting up and pulling her knickers off. She put her legs together and lifted her bottom to assist me. And that's how, in so many steps, we ended up naked.

I laid her back down and positioned myself on top of her. Her breaths were hurried. I hugged her shoulders and she held my face in the palms of both hands, holding my lips off hers.

In the faint light I could just make out the glistening sparkle of her eyes as she looked into my face. She said, hearse and nervous "I haven't done this kind of thing ever before."

"Me neither" I said. Then I added "Alice, I love you." I meant it.

What I really meant was that if this was as far as we got, I wasn't going to abandon her.

She grinned and said "I know, silly." and we kissed with lips so wide open they hardly touched, our tongues entwining in the open air as we gulped in hurried breaths.

My dick slipped between us up onto Alice's stomach. I pulled back my hips slightly, trying to get the head back and down for another attempt. I wasn't thinking. I was acting instinctively.

Then I was struck by a sudden fear: what if I got Alice pregnant? Alice could somehow feel my sudden hesitation. She asked me what was wrong. I asked her if I should run downstairs to the gents and buy a condom; I knew there was a machine there.

Alice laughed. She explained in hurried whispers that, the day after we had first kissed on her bed and her mum had caught us, her mum had taken her to a clinic to get on the pill. Anita was worried sick that Alice would make the same mistake that Anita had made. Not that Alice was a mistake, of course, but that really babies had to wait for a serious long-term relationship and commitment and things and Anita wasn't going to let Alice take any risks.

That chat had kind of killed the mood slightly, but more kissing and stroking brought back the passion and Alice slipped her hand down between our tummies to guide my penis in. It was the first time she had touched my penis and it was a wonderful sensation. Lined up, Alice suddenly squeezed her powerful thighs and pulled us together, connected.

The head of my penis was in Alice. It was wonderfully warm and wet. It wasn't in very deep. We were still, holding each other tight, watching each others faces in the dim moonlight.