Elf Service by Max Sebastian Page B

enjoying every unexpected moment of this closeness.
    "Thought so," she said, sounding genuinely contented. "I'm not drunk, you know." 
    "No?"
    "Not really. Or only a little. So you don't have to feel like you'd be taking advantage of me."
    He couldn't help but shiver, though not from the cold. Was she really saying what he thought she was? He felt her shuffle a little moving slightly against him. And now, he realized his hand was higher on her thigh, in fact he suspected that it was now wedged against her crotch. He could sense the increased warmth there, centering on what should be her most personal area.
    Damn! What had he done to deserve this? Was he dreaming?
    "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. "You know, I've been after you for ages." She said. What?
    "What? I thought you were with Todd!" How could she have been after him for ages? She was out of his league! The world had gone mad.
    "I was never with Todd. He might have liked to think so, but he's a sleazeball. I've been trying to catch your eye all night, Joe!"
    "I didn't realize."
    "Men! You miss even the most obvious signals! I can't believe I had to jump on you to get you to notice me… I had to down three shots to work up the courage!" 
    Joe's world was reeling, as though he was the one who had just downed three shots. She really wanted him? It was unbelievable. His heart was turning circles inside him. But what if this was some elaborate practical joke, primed to humiliate him? Why would someone do that? He wasn't the most popular guy in the world, but he certainly wasn't unpopular, and no one held a grudge against him as far as he knew.
    "I thought you were way out of my league," he said earnestly, truthfully, having nothing else to really say to explain himself.
    "Out of your league? You're kidding!" she said, and he felt her hand tracing over his chest, her leg sliding against his affectionately. She really meant it! There was no way she could be pulling a fast one here. Besides, he had his hand right up against her… well, under her skirt. No girl would let a guy do that in something as weak as a practical joke – they'd risk being called all sorts of names if they did. Letting just anyone do this…
    "You are single, aren't you?" Tara asked now.
    "Of course," he said.
    "Mmm… not for long, though, I hope…" she kissed him, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek and pull his lips to hers. It was so wonderful, as he brought his own hand up from between her legs – relieved to have a chance to avoid being seen as too forward in that respect, though to some degree he realized he was suffering from poor logic by feeling that way, nervous logic, early relationship logic – to tuck her silky hair behind her ear and trace the incredible softness of her face as he kissed her in return. 
    He felt her tremble a little as they kissed, exploring each others' velvety lips, tentative tongues touching, then withdrawing before touching again. So, she was feeling the same kind of nervousness as he was. That, more than any other factor proved to him that she was serious.
    The kiss was so amazing, growing gradually in intensity as they both gained in confidence, he'd never experienced anything like it. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even at this early stage, the electricity that sparked between them was sensational. 
    She was so sweet in every respect, her perfume swirling around him, her soft mouth as their tongues danced together, their hands running through each other's hair, stroking each other's face. Even just kissing her, he felt that his cock was completely erect between his thighs, and as her leg moved over his, he could tell she could feel it now – and knowing that only made his heart beat quicker.
    "My God, you're incredible," she whispered breathlessly as the kiss broke at last.
    "You're not so bad yourself," he grinned, and she followed suit.
    "You really think so?" she said.
    "Absolutely," he replied, and kissed her again, now