She pushs him hard onto the bed after she'd captured his bottom lip with her teeth, his hands raising to the bottom of her shirt tucked into her perfectly pressed skirt. A voice of warning, if it was her moral conciounces drilled into her since infancy she shut it off. Tired of being the good girl, sweet wholesome and the ideal Christian young lady; tonight she wanted to feel. In the morning she would deal with the conquences and guilt which she knew would flood her over. The wondrous of free choice. As his hand reaches around, caressing her breast she gasp while her reflect shoot her back to her feet.
"I'm sorry, this is rather too much we should stop." He says starting to sit up too.
"Please don't. I need this. Please."
"But Christy we aren't married and what of David?" Christy walks to the bed siting upon it, next to him.
"Neil you have told me plenty of times I take life too carefully, in perfect order. Not to be afraid of living. Well I am not afraid anymore. Not when I am with you. And far as David is concerned; I love him, but I am not in love with him. We have already talked about it." Neil leans forward to wrap his arm around her shoulders, pulling her small frame into him.
"Yes I have said those things before and I do mean them. Just not for something like this. I couldn't live with myself if I was apart of you violating something you hold so precious and dear. There are plenty of other things to be rebellious over and if I know that you'll find hundreds. Now I suggest we find a way to get downstairs without anyone noticing." Christy tilts her head up and kisses him gentler than before, still with equal passion, mouthing thank you.
"I'll head down first and give you some sort of signal when it's clear, though I am surprised that Ida hasn't come bounding up here to enquire about the noise or to check up on me."
"Christy my love for that I won't complain."