A fantasy realized

The first kiss doesn't result in fireworks so much as a slow melting, and the first emergence of the thought "DAMMIT! I should've worn a skirt!"  I honestly can't remember a time I've ever gone from awkward, to Kiss, to WANT so quickly.  I blame anticipation, which is the only thing those awkward moments are good for in the end.  I also blame him, as er....  My nipples are extremely sensitive, and playing with them is the fastest way to turn me on.

What amuses me most is the way he watches as he does these little things... The kisses, the touches... and as inevitably happens with anyone who knows about my quirk... His hand against my throat.  The expression he has is something analytical, something curious, and a little bit amused.  Then he stops and apparently its time to go back inside, which unsurprisingly leaves me a little frustrated (hah, a little?) and mildly disappointed.  He makes a comment about having done it only because its what I wanted.  I jokingly say I'd hated it, and he says fine he'll never do it again.  Bastard, why do I even try to be anything resembling coy?  Apparently, I'm completely transparent.  Ah well.

I have no idea how long we were inside before we went back out again.  Not long, I think.  We find the same place again, though I want to go further back where its darker, heh.  There's more kissing and playing and...  Hah! Suddenly my suggestion of being in a more dark location is acceptable, as we move in that direction.  We're against a wall again, and he's asking me what I'm thinking because its so very obvious that there's Something going on in those little turny gears up in my head (Yes, I think loudly sometimes.)  I'm too shy to say, which is okay because moments later as I'm silently cursing myself for wearing not only jeans, but also a belt as it takes some effort to get it out of the way.  "You should've worn a skirt." and I can't help but laugh as I admit thats what I'd been thinking.  Then I'm done thinking, and I'm busy clinging and trying to stay quiet which is more difficult than usual... as his hand...  and I should've shaved... and I'd do anything in those moments to step back in time and wear a skirt instead because WANT and...  heh, yeah.. I really would have if he'd wanted

*shiver*  Anyway...

So after a bit I'm rezipping and buckling and he's leaning over the fence to peer down the alley, which I can't help but giggle at because its so obvious.  So I ask, and he says he's looking for a place where I can demonstrate my oral fixation.  Hell, I'd have climbed the fence for that, but we walked around it instead, and down a long alleyway.  Now he's got his back to a wooden fence and this time I manage to conquer the awkwardness after only a couple of seconds. 

I don't know why, but I've always had a bit of a fantasy...  Maybe I've seen too many porno movies where a guy and a girl meet and next thing you know she's on her knees in the alley, and he's got his hand in her hair and his head is back against the wall and...  Well, I won't pretend I was thinking of fantasy at that moment, as the reality is always by and far the more satisfying of the two.  I will say, however, that he fulfilled it very nicely and... deliciously. Heh.  :)

I asked if I'd demonstrated the oral fixation satisfactorily, and he gave me a Look, saying I was funny.  Which pleased me.

Then there was the requisite adjusting and we go exploring further down the alley, till it comes out on a street again.  Is it bad that as we passed a bench all I could do was once again wish I'd worn a skirt and imagine 'if I had, then he could... and I could.. and... ooo'  Sadly, there was no time...