So caught off guard by her forwardness, all he can muster is, "uh ha."

Shocking him even further, she leans in and kisses him passionately on the lips. With a hint of a smile, and in the same seductive voice as before, she says, "Then I think it's time you show me."

If not for the lustful look in her eyes, he would have believed, she was teasing him. However, now all he could think about is how much he loves Isabel and wants to be with her in every way. He almost can't believe this is really happening. That this could be the day they cross that imaginary line they've drawn, and that this radiant angel is willing to give herself to him. To the guy so many consider as geeky Alex Whitman. He couldn't help but think how jealous most guys at school would be of him right now. He quickly that thought away. That's not what this is about. This is about Isabel and him. Besides he's never cared what other people thought, all he cares about is making the love of his life happy.

Alex leaned in, closing the short distance that's formed between them and kisses her as passionately as she kissed him. He's played out this moment in so many ways, so many times, and now he plans to make as many of their fantasies come true as possible.

Isabel has fought her desires for Alex so long, and now all she can think about is giving into them. She slides her hands up his stomach and chest until encountering the top few buttons of his shirt. She unbuttons the first three buttons, and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly in the air. Staring straight into his eyes, she playfully grazes her nails gently down his chest. "So, Alex Whitman, are you going to show me, or are we going to stare at each other all afternoon." Isabel smiles widely at the vibrating sound coming from deep in his throat.

Alex stands to his feet looking at her mischievously and slowly unfastens the button on his pants, unzips the zipper, and steps one leg out at a time. Standing before her in only his boxers, he then offers her his hand. "I'll show you all right."

Isabel looks at his boxers curiously. They have yellow suns, and moons, puffy white clouds, and zodiac constellations on a dark-blue back ground. Looking closer, she realizes that the moons, suns, and clouds all have faces, and the clouds look like they are blowing air from their mouths. "Very cute Alex."

He looks down at his boxers and smirks, "You like? I thought you might."

"You thought I might be seeing them did you?"

With a playful grin he answers, "Of course, if not tonight, then eventually. I knew you couldn't resist this bod forever." He pounds on his chest like Tarzan making her laugh. After she calms down, he reaches a hand out to her. She accepts his and willingly, but when he tries to pull her to her feet she resists. She wants him to join her on the bed, not to help her to her feet. "What are you up to Alex Whitman?"

"You said you wanted me to show you how much I love you, and that's exactly what I pain to do."

"Alex, I didn't mean for you to take charge."

"Maybe not, but I have a few surprises for you and if you don't give me a chance, you'll never know what they are. So the question is, do you trust me?"

Isabel looks at him suspiciously, and wonders what surprises his's thinking about. "Trust you? Yes, I trust you."

"Then up you go." Without answering farther Isabel stands to her feet allowing herself to be pulled snugly into Alex's arms. "Would you do me the honor of this dance?"

"There's no music Alex."

"We can make our own music." They begin to sway back and forth as Alex hums the melody to "I Do" (CHERISH YOU) by 98 Degrees. With his left hand he brings her right hand up to his mouth. He kisses her palm and then kisses and sucks each finger in turn. He runs the other hand tentatively up her spine to the base of her neck, where he massages with a strong tender grip. As time passes he rests a hand to each of her shoulders massaging them. He then brushes his lips across her succulent lip in a tender kiss. Alex slowly trails his hands down her back, slips them under her shirt at her hips, pulls her it up over her head, and drops it to the ground.

The feeling of Alex's hands on her leaving every cell in her body tingling. With her own hands she's been busy exploring his shoulders, back, and chest enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against her finger tips. The combinations of these sensations are making her body ache for more.

As Alex pulled her shirt off, she felt a surge of anticipation and light headiness. Bracing her hands on his shoulders for support, she easily gave into his embrace, and hungry kisses. Loving the way his hands continued to move freely about her body, she scarcely noticed when he unclasped her bra. But the gentleness of his hands sliding the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms is nothing short of mind shattering. And the way his eyes widened as her breast came into full view sent shivers up her spine. He met her on looking eyes with a question which she nodded yes in response to.

He fixed his eyes on her chest as he cupped her well-endowed breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them tenderly. "They're so big, so soft I just want to . . . " He trailed off thinking it would be better to show her rather than tell her. Alex began by running his tongue down each breast catching the hardened nipple in his mouth, and back up. The moans of pleasure escaping her lips add to his pleasure and the excitement of this experience.

Wanting to continue this in a more comfortable position, Alex leads Isabel back to the bed, laying her on her back. He unfastens the button and zipper on her shorts and eases them over her hips, and down her long legs. Then straddling her hips, cups her breast in his hands, and licks around the tip of one while kneading the nipple of the other with his thumb and finger. Another moan escapes her lips and he encouraging him to continue. He nibbles on the tip of her breast, before sucking in as much of it into his mouth as he can. Sucking softly at first, but gradually his suction grows stronger; as if he is a starving babe in need of nourishment. He resumes massaging both breast firmly in his hands as he licks along her cleavage to her other breast, and repeats the actions.

Isabel is clinging to the comforter while biting down on the corner of it in order to muffle her cries of pleasure. She doesn't want anyone hearing her scream at the risk they might barge in under the assumption something is wrong or out of revenge for the many times she's interrupted them.

She grinds her hips against Alex's arousal, seeking out any relief to the overwhelmed desire building within her. No relief is found, only more yearning as Alex grinds himself against her with equal pressure. He releases his suction on her left breast and moves to her side. Where he licks and kissing his way across her collar bone, down between her breasts and belly, past her navel. Stopping only when he reaches her panty line. He slips his thumbs under the elastic and slides her panties slowly down her sensual legs.

His continual slow pace is more than she can stand, "Alex please, no more teasing. You're driving me crazy."

Restraining the groan building at the tip of his toes, he makes several attempts to speak, but the words won't come. When they finally do, all he can manage is three words that send chills down her spine, "That's the idea." A cross between a moan and whimper passes her lips caused by the combination of shearing pleasure and tortured agony.

Alex closes his eyes and releases the moan he can no longer hold back. He brings his lips to hers in a deep heated kiss. As much as he would enjoy continuing to explore her body in this manner, his own body is screaming for attention. Attention he no longer wishes to deny himself. He removes his boxers revealing his arousal.

Isabel is surprised by the sizes of him. As lean as Alex is, she would never have guessed the size of him. Within the circles she formerly traveled, she often heard the other girls talking. From what she's heard them saying, and what she sees now, she wonders if Alex would be described as a girl she over heard put it, "Hung like a horse." She didn't know for sure of course, being that she's never seen that part of a guy before.

Laying beside her, one again, Alex began to kiss her softly. For a moment she seemed to tense and he felt the need to ask, "Are you having second thoughts, because if you are, we don't have to do this?"

Figuring that the best thing for her to do is be honest with him. After all she knows if she can't tell him what she's really thinking, than she shouldn't be doing this. In a matter of days he's going to be able to hear her every thought whether she wants him to or not. "If I don't want to? Yes, I want to. It's just . . . you're so, big. In our dreams you never seemed that big."

Alex couldn't help but laugh, "Is, I'm no bigger now, I just don't think you really looked before."

"I guess I thought because you're so lean, you would be smaller."

This time Alex stifles the laugh, not wanting her to feel embarrassed by talking about her misconception. "Isabel, it doesn't always work that way. There are some really big guys, whom on the average would be considered small." Wanting to make sure this is what Isabel really wants, he pulls her close and whispers, "What happens or doesn't happen is now completely up to you."

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