Chelsea fell into the kiss right away, and judging by the way her body pressed against mine, she’d been clearly craving it, the same as me. We kissed softly, but before the intensity could increase, she pulled her lips away.

“You know,” she said, “you could’ve given me a little warning beforehand if you wanted to practice this kind of public affection.”

“I know it’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship,” I said, “but couples don’t warn one another when they’re going to go in for a kiss.”

She nodded, her eyes closed for a moment. “That’s true,” she said.

“And the last thing we need is a picture of me kissing you in public and you looking like you have no idea what I’m doing.”

She chuckled at the idea of it. “Yeah,” she said. “Wouldn’t be the best look.”

“So,” I went on, “we’re going to need to be totally natural with our PDAs. They should look like normal extensions of our passion, and not something we’ve been practicing.”

“Even though that’s exactly the case,” she said with half a smile.

“Be that as it may,” I said.

Chelsea was trying to keep her cool, but I could tell by the steady rise and fall of her chest and the red flush on her cheeks that our kiss had excited her more than she was letting on. The body doesn’t lie, after all, and mine was no exception.

“So,” she said. “Should we practice again?”

“Let’s,” I said.

Chelsea turned her eyes back to mine, her pupils wide with anticipation. She parted her red, pillowy lips slightly, just enough to slowly drag the tip of her tongue over them. My heart starting thudding in my chest—I couldn’t believe the effect this girl had on me.

And something inside of me, a little voice, told me that if I went in for another kiss it’d end up being much more than that.

I kissed her anyway.

Our lips melted together, both of our mouths parting right away, our tongues slipping into one another’s mouths and seeking the other’s. My hands stayed at my side as I tried to exercise a little bit of restraint, but it wasn’t long before I put one hand on the soft slope of the side of her neck and the other on her thigh.

The suppleness of her leg through her dress caused my cock to turn solid as steel. We continued to kiss, the space between our bodies shrinking by the second. It wasn’t long before Chelsea’s tits were pressed against my chest.

I knew at that moment the kiss should’ve stopped, that going any further was a bad idea. But she tasted so good, felt so good, that I didn’t care. My hand moved up along the curve of her hip, over her stomach, coming to a rest on one of her breasts.

Then, something came over me. I couldn’t control myself any longer. Chelsea’s hands fell onto my shoulders, pulled me closer to her—it was obvious she felt the same way. My cock was hard as a brick and I needed release. I needed her.

I hopped up from the edge of the desk, taking a quick glance at Chelsea. Her breath was quick, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide, and her mouth parted. I needed to take her hard and fast. It was all I could think about.

Chelsea reached up, slipping her thumbs under the shoulders of her dress, pulling the fabric down until the white lace of her bra was exposed, along with her gorgeous cleavage.

But I needed to see more. I stepped forward between Chelsea’s legs, which were now open for me. As I did she reached up behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, and I put my hands on her shoulders to slide down the straps, the bra falling off, her full, gorgeous breasts tumbling out.

I’d never seen such a perfect pair of tits in my life. They were perfect teardrop shapes, her nipples a light pink. I couldn’t help myself—I lunged in and took one of them into my hands as I wrapped my lips around her nipple. Chelsea moaned, her hands running through the back of my hair. Her nipple hardened in my mouth, and once it did I moved over to the other, giving it just as much attention as I licked and sucked it.

“What are we doing?” she moaned.

“We’re practicing,” I said, my voice low and heavy with arousal.

“I guess… I guess we might as well really get to know each other, then.”

My thoughts exactly.

I stood up, glanced down, and saw that the strain of my cock against my pants was only a few inches away from her cunt. Chelsea grabbed the hem of her dress and hiked it up, each newly exposed inch of thigh sending me to a new height of arousal. Once she reached her panties—white lace, like her bra—she slid them down her legs, letting them dangle off one of her heels. I quickly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants and boxer-briefs down enough for my huge, thick cock to spring out and graze her lips.

Chelsea moaned again at the touch of my prick, her wetness making it clear that she was as ready as I was. I positioned my cock right at her opening. But before I entered her, a thought occurred to me. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, pulled out my black, Italian leather wallet, and removed a condom from a small compartment.

She chuckled as she saw what I had.

“Condom in the wallet, huh?” she asked. “Very college of you.”

“Never hurts to be prepared,” I said with a half-grin.

I tore open the wrapper, put the condom on the tip of my head, and rolled it down. I wanted to fuck her raw so badly, but my rational mind was present enough to remind me that one ridiculously impulsive decision per day was enough.

Once the condom was secure, I took my cock by the base and moved my head between her glistening lips, parting them. Chelsea wrapped her arms around my upper body, pleading with her eyes for me to continue.

“Please,” she moaned. “Do it.”

That was all I needed to hear. My hand still wrapped around the girth of my cock, I bucked my hips enough to slide into her, inch by inch. Chelsea tossed her head back as I entered her, a sigh escaping from her lips.

Once I was buried to the hilt, I held fast, savoring the feeling of her dripping wet cunt gripped onto my cock. She was so deliciously tight I could hardly take it. Even through the condom she felt like warm silk wrapped around me. Pure heaven.

I put my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I pulled my own hips back and drove into her again. Chelsea let out another long moan, her breasts shaking with the impact of my body into hers.

After a few more slow plunges I picked up the pace, hammering into her tight cunt hard and fast, the orgasm building in my prick more and more by the second. Chelsea’s perfect tits bounced wildly as I pounded her, more and more moans and sighs escaping from her lips.

In the middle of my frenzied thrusts, Chelsea took in a sharp gasp of air, her pussy gripping even harder onto me as she came. Her features winced into an expression of tight, pleasured agony as an orgasm took hold of her, and the sight of her coming pushed me over the edge, into the point of no return.

I let out a grunt as I shot my load into the condom, wishing that it was her cunt I was filling and not the latex. The orgasm went off like a bomb in my prick, each pulse of pleasure pushing out more and more cum.

Our orgasms began to fade but before either of us could recover, the jarring bang of a knock sounded through the office.

“Mr. Carver? Are you in there?”