They kissed with their lips only at first, but this too did not last for long. After writhing their mouths together and panting with shared lust.
Then, just as if Sheree and Harvey had practiced this oral caress of mutual pleasure a thousand times in the past, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.
They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly, almost tentatively. They flicked the tips of their tongues back and forth across one another.
The movements of their tongues gained steadily in eagerness and enthusiasm. Soon they were rolling their tongues together with reckless abandon.
They performed a wet internal swordfight with their battling tongues. They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths. They licked at each other's gums, at each other's teeth, at the mucous membranes of each other's inner cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They swapped spit merrily.
They quaffed deeply of each other's sweet saliva.
Harvey looked at Sheree after pulling his mouth away from hers. He thought of Roberta Jean and then he thought of Sheree. How could he have picked two girls who were so different? Maybe that was the whole point.
Roberta Jean was an Amazon woman.
Sheree was a sweet little cutie-pie.
The truth was that it was an understatement to call Sheree diminutive. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
Sheree had never, in her entire life, weighed more than one-hundred pounds. That included once when the little girl had weighed herself while, she was soaking wet.
She had long dark brown hair that licked lightly at her small shoulders. Her eyes were shaped like almonds. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked so that they were slender and femininely angular. Her eyelashes were very long and curled upward at their tips.
Sheree's eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each time she blinked – or winked for that matter.
Sheree had a tiny nose. It was a mere button, which turned up a little at the tip. Her nostrils were a little on the flared side but had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.
Her nose had a cute way up moving up and down on her face. Whenever it did that Harvey could not help but think that she looked like a bunny-rabbit who was curiously sniffing at a patch of green clover out in a meadow someplace.
Her mouth was not large either, but her lips were full and sensuous.
Harvey thought that Sheree's mouth, somewhat, as if it were in the shape of a heart. Her lips were puffy with passion.
Sheree had what is called a pouting mouth. There were many men, including Harvey, who could not look at Sheree without wondering what is was like to kiss her – without wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around the head of his cock. Well, Harvey did not have to wonder anymore.
Sheree tended to hold her lips parted and slightly puckered at all times. It had been said that Sheree was walking through life looking as if she needed desperately to be kissed. There was a hell of a lot of truth in that.
Sheree had a sexy habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them.
Men went nuts when she did that with her tongue. Folks could tell that it was a habit because she did it at times even when her lips were already wet.
Her cheeks were silky smooth. Her ears were small and clung closely to the sides of her pretty head. Harvey thought that Sheree's ears were shaped like sea shells.
Sheree's neck was long and slender. Her tits, though not outrageously large, were firm and supple and rested high on her chest. Sheree's tits did not sag, not even a fraction of an inch, in spite of the fact that she had never worn a bra in her entire life.
Harvey found that Sheree's tits fit into the palm of his hand perfectly.
Her tits were round and full with her youth. Harvey loved squeezing them, even when Sheree still had her blouse on.
Sheree's nipples were very large, considering the size of her tits. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars – such as those used in Atlantic City for gambling purposes.
"Take off your blouse, Sheree. I want to suck your tits," Harvey said.
"Ummmmm, my tits are on fire with desire," Sheree said.
"You make me feel guilty – a little," the young man said.
"Why?"
"Because I can tell I am getting you horny, and there isn't anything I can do to get you off," he said.
"Do you have a towel or something in the car, even a rag?"
"Yeah."
"You could diddle me, sweetheart. Make me come with your finger. You will just have to wipe the blood off of your finger when you are through," she said.
"Okay! I have an open mind about these things," Harvey said.
"Dynamite!"
It was obvious that Sheree Messmer was tickled pink.
She removed her mouth.
Her nipples were erect. Yearning to be sucked!
Harvey could see that Sheree's tits were perfectly shaped. They were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops. They were shaped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was sitting up or standing up straight.
Standing and sitting straight had never been a problem for Sheree. She was the sort of young woman who never slouched.
It had been said that Sheree was walking through life looking as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head.
Once her blouse was off Sheree stretched out on her back across the backseat of the LTD. Now that she knew she was going to be diddled to orgasm by her new boyfriend, she could feel the ache of desire in her cunt growing a mile a minute. She no longer had to suppress her horniness out of fear that her desires would go unappeased.
Sheree's tits were so firm that they did not flatten at all, in spite of the fact that she was on her back and the force of gravity was directly against them.
Her belly was flat. Her loins were femininely sloped.
She had a remarkably slender waist. As a matter of fact, the little brunette's waist measured a mere twenty-two inches.
Her hips were preciously round. Her legs, though not long, were femininely shapely. Though Sheree was wearing jeans on this particular night, Harvey had seen her many times in short skirts and knew just how fine her legs were. The young man knew that her thighs were perfectly tapered from her round hips to her unscarred knees.
Sheree was always amazed at how smooth and unscarred her knees were – taking into consideration the amount of roller-skating she had done on cracked sidewalks as a child. Her shins were flat. Her calves were rounded without being overly muscular. Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty and slender. Her toes were dark, chubby and cute.
All of Sheree's toes were very close to being the same length, including her two big toes.
She had the perfect legs and ankles for high heels – which just so happened to be Sheree's favorite form of footwear.
Sheree's fingernails were very long and had been carefully manicured so that they were all a common length.
Sheree's fingernails all had a common curve to their tips, and she had painted them a deep crimson color – which she correctly assumed went very well with her dark complexion.
Her toenails were small and round and, of course, she always kept them painted so that they matched her fingernails.
Sheree's tiny toes had a tendency to tightly curl under whenever she was sexually aroused. At that moment her toes looked as if they were desperately trying to grip at the balls of her feet. Harvey moved his mouth so close to Sheree's left tit that she could feel his hot moist breath breathing down upon it. Her tits were aching. Her tits felt swollen. Sheree knew that this was merely an illusion created by her sexually aroused nervous-system. Her tits were actually the same size. Only her nipples had grown larger. Harvey began to kiss and lick at the tit, from the base of the mountain, spiraling upward – kissing in ever-diminishing concentric circles, arranging his oral caresses so that each tender kiss was a little bit closer to her nipple than the one before.