He was Hot, I was Not!

Kayla's POV

"You heard me," he smiled as he said it, not quite able to look me in the eyes, and looking unusually unsure of himself.

I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod my head "yes," as he looked at me waiting for my answer.

As Stan moved closer to me I could feel the butterflies of anticipation in my stomach. He lifted his hand and touched my face, lightly tracing the length of my jaw with the tips of his fingers as we looked into each other's eyes. I smiled slightly to reassure him, and as his face inched closer to mine I tilted my head slightly in anticipation of his kiss. I automatically closed my eyes and a soft moan escaped me before his lips even touched mine; I wanted this kiss so much I couldn't seem to help it.

When Stan's lips tentatively touched mine I know that I must have stopped breathing momentarily. His lips were so soft, yet firm...strong and masculine, but not at all unpleasant. He teased the fullness of my bottom lip: first flicking at it with his tongue and then nibbling on it softly. Then he traced the outline of my upper lip with his tongue, taking his time--almost as if he were giving me a chance to change my mind.

I moaned in protest as his lips left mine briefly, but then they returned as he kissed my chin oh so softly and then slowly ran his tongue along the length of the same jawline that his hand had explored a short while before. Stan gently nibbled on my earlobe awakening responses in me that I had never knew existed. Then he stuck the tip of his warm tongue into the cool recesses of my ear and blew lightly causing an unexpected reaction in my body as it jerked involuntarily. It was then that I realized that I could breathe again as I exhaled sharply. All of these strong feelings resulted in an amazing sensation that seemed to work it's way up from my lower extremeties, throughout every crevice in my body, to ultimately escape my lips as a sound of passion. My whole body shivered involuntarily and uncontrollably; it felt wonderful, but I was frightened.

"Stan?," I began, unsure of what was happening to me.

"Shh," said Stan hearing the question in my voice, "try to relax, it's natural for that to happen when two people want each other," he whispered softly as he alternated between playing with my ear with his tongue and then his teeth.

Somewhere in my subconscious I realized that Stan had admitted that he wanted me. I wanted him too, so this had to be right. Lord knows it felt right, she thought as she pressed her body even closer to his.

Stan's POV

From somewhere inside himself, a moan escaped Stan as he returned his mouth to Kayla's and deepened the kiss, finally able to taste the sweetness in the depths of her mouth. He had been wanting to do this all day. He had been wanting to do this almost from the first moment he had saw her. Without even realizing it they had reclined, laying back on the blanket, into a more comfortable position.

Judging from her reaction, Stan realized that Kayla must want him just as much as he wanted her; especially when that telling moment had happened. Stan grinned, proud of that reaction, proud that he was able to elicit it from her without actually having sex, and glad that he was the first one to experience it with her. His body was now rigid with desire, but he didn't want to frighten Kayla so he was trying to be gentle while trying to control the strength of his lust as well.

"Kayla," Stan said nibbling on her neck. "I can't do much more of this, I wouldn't want to stop. I wouldn't be able to stop," he corrected himself.

He lifted himself up on his arms to look down at her. "God, you are so beautiful," he said noticing the glaze of lust in her eyes and the way her chest heaved up and down with her desire.

Kayla could barely speak she was so breathless, but she was finally able to utter one word, "More."

Stan groaned and lifted her up towards him, both of them now on their knees and only inches apart. She looked at him questionably but didn't say anything as he pulled her tank top over her head. He wanted to see more of her, he HAD to see more of her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his eyes glowed with the passion he was feeling. He kissed her again, this time more passionately, and she responded eagerly as they fell back onto the blanket. As they kissed, his hands ran lightly up and down the length of her body and over the fullness of her hips. Her skin was just as soft to the touch as he had imagined it would be.

Stan cupped one of her breasts in his palm teasing the peak to hardness with his fingers by pinching it lightly. He then began to tease the peak of the other breast with his mouth. Kayla moaned softly at the feel of his warm mouth on her arreola; even through the material of her swimsuit it felt amazing.

Stan pulled away and lifted himself off of her slightly so he could look at the amazing beauty of her body again. The look of desire on Stan's face as his eyes roved over her body both embarrassed and excited Kayla as he hovered over her. She glanced down and gasped as she realized the strength of his attraction for her. For some strange reason the refrain to the song "Ego" by Beyonce came to her mind. When Stan noticed what she was looking at he chuckled, proud but embarrassed.

"You do that to me," he said apologetically.

"Does it hurt?" she asked naively.

Stan, even more turned on by her innocent question had to take a deep breath before answering. "Yeah, kind of," he said in a strained voice as he got up on his knees and took her by her arms to help her up as well, "but I can handle it."

He wanted to touch her, all of her, and having her lay down on the ground didn't give him the kind of access that he wanted right now. He looked down at her magnificent breasts, the dark peaks seemed to tease him, begging him to touch them, to taste them. Stan wanted to see them so badly but he was trying to control his passion.

"Can...I...touch...it?" Kayla asked shyly.

Those four words did it. That was it for Stan, he couldn't control himself any longer as he moaned, and with all of his energy spent, he fell down on the blanket exhausted.

"Stan, what's wrong? Are you okay?," asked Kayla worried. She realized that this moan wasn't the same type of moan he had made when they were kissing, it kind of sounded like he was in pain.

It took him a minute or so to answer, but he finally said, "I'm fine," in a strained voice, "but I think we're done...for now anyway," he said.