March rolled around and spring fever was very high. Davy and I had been going steady for two months now. Around this time, our physical attraction to each other was obvious. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV one night at my place. (Believe it or not, we did watch TV!) But when it was time for him to leave and we kissed goodnight (by the door), we began to move toward the couch again (still kissing)! He sat on the couch first and then I sat on top of him, still kissing. Then we stopped and looked at each other for a while. I had my hands around his neck; then I took my right hand and stroked his collarbone. While I did this, he had his right hand on my waist and his left hand was lightly scratching my stomach. (I was wearing a mid-drift outfit.) I then moved my hand from his collarbone to his chest and kissed him on the cheek. He moved his hand up a tad (inches away from my breasts—but didn’t touch them) and then he looked at me to see what my reaction was…I guess.

I didn’t mind, so then he came forward and kissed me on my neck. I kissed his neck and then I moved to his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe a while and then I lightly "outlined" his ear with the tip of my tongue. I found out for myself (before he called me on the phone later that night) that that aroused him because I could feel "Willie" rise up underneath me…while I was sitting in Davy’s lap. Davy then put his hands on my back to unfasten my bra. We were necking seriously until we heard my bra snap (once he finally reached the last notch). Then we kissed "watermelon" style while he moved his hands up and down my back. Eventually he put his hands on my hips and moved my pelvis a little at a time.

I was getting aroused myself and I began to whimper. Davy whispered to me in his sexy British voice, "Do you want some more?" while he was moving my pelvis slowly back and forth.

I said very faintly, "I don’t know if I can take anymore." So he continued kissing my neck saying, "Mmm…" and I moaned. Then…

The phone rang. I didn’t want to stop—neither did Davy—but I knew I had to answer the phone. We rubbed noses; I said, "I better get that," and I got up from on top of him. I picked up the receiver, but when I said, "Hello?" whoever it was on the other line already hung up. I said, "Hmmm, that’s odd," as I hung up the phone.

Davy got up from the couch, came toward me and held my hand saying, "I’m sorry I got carried away."

I said to him, "You don’t have to apologize," while stroking his cheek. We then gave each other that "Bubble Yum" kiss J , and in the midst, I happened to look at the clock.

Then I said to him as he kissed my cheek, "Honey, you’re not gonna believe what time it is…"

"Time for me to go, huh?"

"Yeah—looks that way. I don’t want you to be late for work tomorrow. Go and get some rest."

"Yes, ma’am. But before I go…<he was pointing to his lips so we could continue kissing>"

"DAVY…<it was said like, Honey, I’d love to…but I want you to get plenty of sleep tonight…>"

"I need just a lil’ but more of that sweet sugar," he said in that sexy Brit voice again.

We gave each other a "Bubble-licious" kiss this time J , and then I broke away laughing. He bit his lip, smiling when I said, "Oh no you don’t…we keep this up and we’ll definitely be restless!"

And he said, "Well…?!" Then he grabbed me teasingly for a while and we laughed. Right after that, he said he would see me the next day and we exchanged goodnights. That next day, of course, we wore turtlenecks…GO FIGURE J !