"Mmm...wait." Narvel's voice broke the kiss. "Reba…are you *sure*? We don't have to do this; I don't want to pressure you into anything." Reba kissed Narvel passionately with everything she had, then looked up at him. "Does that answer your question? I've waited forever for you. I'm ready." Grinning, Narvel pulled her to him and crushed their bodies together before gently laying her back on the bed.
"Thirteen dates so far…whoever said thirteen was unlucky anyway?" Narvel chuckled and brought Reba into an all consuming lust filled kiss packed with need. Gently, he pushed her shirt up over her head, revealing to him her bra-clad breasts. He licked his lips as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt, ridding him of it. Reba pulled at his jeans, eyes focused on his rock hard abs…and impressive erection. She released her bra just as he lost his boxers and the couple gulped in unison, completely awed and turned on at the same time. Narvel thought Reba looked like a vision laying there before him in just bikini panties. She was gorgeous and everything he had dreamed she would be. He let her set the pace; peeling off her own underwear and straddling him once she was ready. They kissed deeply and fiercely, lost in each other, their passion building. When her red hair hit the pillow as they moaned in ecstasy, Narvel thought she was his every fantasy coming true. When she lay there after, secure in his arms, snuggled up warm and safe, he knew it was more than a fantasy. She was everything.