"What?" Tiffany whispered. "Uh. Um. Stop. Don't do that." That was a lot harder to say this time. The first time it just came out, as much to my surprise as I'm sure it was to Tiffany's. I slid off her and brushed her hand away. I don't know why Tiffany's fingers on my fly was such a shock to my system. I mean, sex had definitely been on my mind and that part of my body would've seriously been a major factor in the situation. "I can't believe what I'm hearing," Tiffany huffed. "I can't believe what I'm saying," I confessed. "So, why say it?" Tiffany smiled sweetly and pulled my mouth over hers in a kiss. "Mmmmph!" I yanked my lips off of hers. "’Cause I … I think we should stop." "Why?" "Um … because … uh …." It was hard to think with Tiffany's bra staring up at me. Part of me still wanted to bury my face in her lush warmth. But some small, yet persistent, part of my brain was telling me to stop. I fumbled with Tiffany's sweater, trying to cover her. I wasn't very good at it.
