2 comments/ 4125 views/ 0 favorites Chemistry Ch. 02 By: fiesaynt I hope you read part 1. This won't make any sense if you haven't. This is basically a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy. * For the next week after the hospital visit I couldn't think of anything else. Karen called and let me know she'd been released from the hospital. Then she began to tell me how Carol couldn't stop talking about me and asking questions. "What did you do to my sister?" she asked me over the phone one night. "She won't shut up about you. She's driving me crazy." I laughed. "Maybe you should ask what she's done to me." I replied. "I can't stop thinking about her." "Well, Matt and I are moving next weekend and if you come lend your muscles, maybe you'll see her." My heart rate went through the ceiling. "See Carol? I'll move your whole family if she'll be there." We made arrangements to meet up the next weekend. Dave was also to be part of the expenditure of labor. I could hardly wait. The next weekend dawned sunny and clear. Dave picked me up and off we went. I can't remember the last time I was so nervous. We arrived at Karen's about nine in the morning. The U-Haul van was already parked and open with Mark carrying boxes into the back. We said our hellos and Karen came out wearing some cutoff jean shorts that showed her legs off nicely and a tank top that showcased her boobs. She was still nice to look at, but somehow she looked a little less awesome today. "Where do you want us to start?" Dave asked. The rest of the morning was filled with moving furniture, sweating, swearing and a slowly filling truck. Karen's parents were there and we all got along pretty well. Around noon I couldn't take it anymore and asked Karen. "Where's Carol?" "She couldn't get rid of the kids so she decided not to come." Karen said. She could tell I was disappointed. "If you behave I'll call her at lunch, and you can talk to her, maybe you can change her mind" Karen smirked at me and bounced off to help her dad carry a table out to the truck. Soon enough, the truck was filled, and off we went to the new condo. Dave and Mark had seemed to really hit it off well and they drove the moving truck, Karen's parents drove their Bronco and Karen and I drove in her car. All three vehicles filled with the contents of their apartment. Out of nowhere Karen just launched into this "if we weren't both married" speech that left me with my mouth hanging open. By the time we reached the new place I knew everything she had thought about me from when we first met. For instance I very well could have fucked her that first day after pulling her top off. She told me she was wet as a river when I walked out of the room. When I grabbed her ass in the red snakeskin pants she told me almost came and that if everyone else weren't right behind us she'd pull off somewhere because she really wanted to know what my dick tasted like. She said that sex with Mark was kinda vanilla and boring to her. We got to the house a little in front of everyone else and started to unpack the car. Somehow Karen seemed even less interesting to me after that. I don't know why but somehow the idea that she wanted to blow me after being married less than a year diminished her in my eyes. I mean I could understand if she weren't happy, but to listen to her she and Mark were great except for the sex part. (PARAGRAPH) I knew from Chad that Karen liked some spice in her lovemaking. She liked being put over her man's knee and spanked. She liked a bit of dominance to her sex; a handful of her hair in her lover's grasp, being forced to her knees and her mouth full of hard dick, being bent over a table unexpectedly and having her panties yanked down or being made to spread her legs while his fingers spread her lips. Things like that made her obscenely wet and poor Mark just didn't get it. Everyone else arrived and we got the truck unloaded. Lunch was picked up and we found places to sit down and eat. I hadn't forgotten Karen's promise to call Carol and I brought the subject up to her. Her mother overheard and slid over next to me with her cell phone against her ear. "Ya'll talking about Carol? She on the phone right now." She said. Was it my imagination or did she look right into my eyes with a little smile as she said that? I asked to speak with Carol and she handed me her phone. "Hello Baby girl." My voice just naturally dropped a couple of octaves as I spoke to her. "H-H-Hi" she actually stuttered. Mentally I could see that flaming red blush spread across her face. "Why aren't you here?" I asked, then continued before she could answer. "I gave up my Saturday and consented to work my butt off for your sister only because she told me you'd be here. Now you're not." "You really did this because of me?" She asked. "Not because my sister asked you?" "Well, I probably would have done it anyway because she's my friend, but the thought of seeing you again made the idea a lot more pleasant." "But I look a mess. Mike didn't take the kids with him and they've had me playing with them all day. You really wouldn't want to see me looking like I look." She said. "So the only reason you're not here is because you're not dressed up?" I asked. "Yeah, pretty much." She answered. "I look like crap. I have been at the park with them all morning. My hair is a mess, I don't have any makeup on, I'm dressed in just whatever. You deserve better than that." "You want to talk about what I deserve?" I asked. "What I deserve is to see you. Makeup, or not. Hair done or not. Don't get me wrong, I love the way you look, but it's more than that. I want to see you." I put every bit of feeling I could into those last few words. It was as close as I'll ever come to begging. "You really don't care?" She asked. "Come see me." I said again. "Put the kids in your car and come to me." "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you." She was clearly nervous, but she agreed to come. About a half hour later, this mini van pulls up and she gets out. Sure enough, her hair is pulled back and held with one of those clippie things women wear. She had on no makeup, wearing some Capri pants and a tank top. She looked absolutely wonderful. I felt my breath catch as she saw me and smiled. She came in and hugs were exchanged. Mine was a little longer and she plopped down on the sofa next to me, her arm linked through mine. For some reason, this simple gesture made me happier than anything my wife had done to me or for me in the last couple of years. That damnable feeling of being drunk or stoned was back. How could a simple touch do this to me? After the break we went back to work. Only now Carol was there. Moving has never been so distracting. Watching her bend over to pick something up, see a wonderful pillow of an ass stretch her pants tight would stop me in my tracks. She'd look back and see me staring and just grin. The day was hot, we were working pretty hard and the power wasn't on in Karen and Mark's new place so no A/C. Soon everyone was soaked through with sweat. Carol's tank top was plastered to her body and there was a ring of darkness at the waist of her slacks. Why do some women look so desirable all hot and sweaty? At one point we were passing in an upstairs hall. She was carrying a box of pictures bound for one of the bedrooms and I was coming back from bringing up the bed rails. She stumbled and I was there to catch her. "Whew! The heat is starting to get to me." She said, brushing her sweat tangled dark bangs back off of her face. She was red with effort, breathing hard, flushed from the heat and at that moment I had never seen a more beautiful woman. This woman I had met less than a week ago, to whom I had spent less than two hours talking to, had me completely crazy. My dick was so hard it hurt. I could see her nipples making little points trough her blouse. She saw where I was looking and when I looked back up to her face; it was a mask of pure lust. I snapped. No excuses. I reached out pulled her to me, turned her back to the wall and covered her mouth with mine. From the moment I reached for her she started making a little whimpering sound in her throat. When our lips met it turned into a growl I could feel all the way to my toes. Her arms went around my neck and my hands buried themselves in her thick wet hair. I pulled her head back and licked her from her collarbone all the way up the side of her neck. She put her face into my shoulder to muffle the wail that seemed to be torn out of her soul as her whole body shook. I reached down and got a handful of that soft ass I had been ogling all afternoon and pulled her hip tight up against me. When she felt my dick right up against her mons she raised her head, looked me straight in the eye, grabbed the back of my bald head and pulled my mouth back to hers. This time I growled. I don't know what happened to me. I was always the gentle lover, never overly aggressive or rough with my women. Suddenly the there was a part of myself I had never seen. But in all of a moment I was this raging monster. I pulled loose from her arms, grasped her by her shoulders and turned her around pressing my rock hard dick up against her ass so hard it pushed the fabric of her pants into her ass crack. My right hand found it's way down the front of her and cupped her overheated mound; the other still tangled in her hair pulled her head back so I could kiss her again. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned into my mouth, pushing her ass back at me for all she was worth. Suddenly just groping and kissing her weren't enough. I wanted to own her, mark her as being mine. I tore my lips off of her mouth and sank my teeth into her neck. "Oh Jesus!!" She wailed. And I swear the woman came right there in my arms. She shook so hard only my hand holding her pulsating pussy kept her upright. "Well! I see you two are getting along alright." I turned my head to see Karen standing there, her face flushed and her lovely chest heaving. It took a second to get the words out of my throat. "How long have you been there?" I asked in what I know was a very shaky voice. "Oh long enough believe me." She said. "I've never seen anything so hot in my life." She looked at her sister trembling in my arms. "It's about time you did something about that faggot you married," She said. She walked up to Carol, wiped the sweat off her brow, leaned in and kissed her cheek and said, "I told you there was such a thing as good sex, but it looks like you're finding that out." Then Karen leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Be Sweet to her. She needs it." Then she turned and went bouncing back downstairs. Carol turned in my arms still holding on to me because her knees were still shaking. She looked up into my eyes and there seemed to be a question shining in her face. I had never been in this situation before. I was still trying to figure out what I had turned into there for a moment. I had no Idea what to say to a woman I barely knew, whom I had just practically raped, but the words seemed to come of their own volition. "Who do you belong to?" Came rumbling out of some dark corner of my soul. Carol looked at me, and a smile began to form on her lips. She stepped into my embrace, hooked her arms over my neck and kissed me. "You. I think I've always belonged to you. And you to me" She said. I didn't know what else to say, but it seemed something from way deep inside me was doing the talking for me. "As long as we both know. I've been looking for you all my life. I guess I gave up hope, never finding you. Now we have a very big problem." I pulled her back into me so we were almost talking into each others mouth. "I know," she said smiling as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my dick through my pants. "And I can't wait to work on it." Before I could say anything she kissed me again. The combination of her sweet mouth on mine, and her squeezing hand made thinking impossible for me. I finally pulled away before she made me cum in my pants. (Would've been bad for my image). "Your folks are downstairs," I said, not wanting her to stop. I reached up and got a handful of her soft damp hair. "If we don't stop this I'm going to have you in that room on your sisters half assembled bed, with My dick in you as far as it can reach. Wouldn't that be a pretty scene for your mother to walk in on?" Not that I wanted to let her out of my arms, but I was already trying to figure out how I could keep this woman permanently, and alienating her parents by getting caught fucking their little girl In a house full of people didn't seem the best way to help my cause, and judging by how vocal she was there was no way we could do this quietly, unless I gagged her. I said as much to Carol. "Mmmmmm," she murmured into my neck, "I can think of what I'd like you to gag me with," she said as she gave my dick another squeeze. When had her hand sneaked back down there? I wondered as I just let her continue. Her touch was just right. Not to hard, some girls almost twist your dick off while they're fondling. Not too light, just perfect. After her "gag" comment I found myself wondering how she was with her mouth, and just how loud I could make her get with mine. "I'd like you to gag me," she said. "It feels like it's big enough to choke me. Hmmm? Would you like that? My little white ass on my knees choking on this big black dick. Hmm? I'd like that, I think." Hearing her whisper in my ear like that almost made me blow my wad right then. "C'mon Cameron. Talk to me," she whispered. Her voice was all honey and heat in my ear. I couldn't take anymore of this. I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my dick. I reached and caught her other wrist, and pinned both of them above her head against the wall. "Oh yeah. I want to see see you on your knees with my dick in your mouth trying to swallow it all. I want you on your back the first time I put it in you so I can watch your eyes roll up your pretty head." I had reached down and was rubbing her pussy again. Let's see how she took it. "I want to bend you over and rub the head of my dick from your clit to the small of your back. Let you wonder if I'm gonna get freaky and try to put it up this fine ass." I reached behind her and squeezed a cheek. She buried her face in my neck and started to shake again. I pulled away from her. "Oh No you don't!" I said. "No more cumming for you until it's with me inside of you." I took her chin in my fingers and lifted her eyes to mine. "I want to have your legs wrapped around my waist and your arms around my neck when you cum again with me. I want to be able to look in your eyes when it happens. I want you to feel my dick jump in your belly when I cum." "I want you to look into my eyes and know you are mine Carol." I know that strange beast was back in control of me just then. I never acted like this with a woman, but somehow it just felt right. Carol's eyes roamed all over my face, like she was searching for something. I guess she found it, because she stretched her neck out and kissed me again. This one was hot and demanding like the others but it was something else too. It was accepting and warm, too. I let go of her arms and she lowered them around my neck, and we just stood there as close as two people can get without being inside the others skin. As funny as it sounds, while the intensity and passion were still there, her kiss actually calmed me. That raging lust began to subside. I still wanted her. God, did I want her, but it wasn't so urgent. When we finally pulled apart she caressed the side of my face, took a deep breath and spoke. "There. A little better?" She asked. She had this impish grin on her face. It just blew my mind. She had done that on purpose. Calmed me down using the same thing... A kiss... that had wound me up. How the fuck? I knew right then that I had to find a way to keep this woman. Karen's voice interrupted us staring into each others eyes, "Hey you two lazy bums. The truck isn't empty yet," she yelled up the stairs. * I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I have. Chapter 3 is in the works. Please vote!! Chemistry Ch. 03 I'm sorry it took so long to continue this, but there were various family crises to look after. Anyway here it is. I hope you like it. For those of you who are interested, there will be an end... --------- After the truck was loaded, we all admitted to being more than a little hungry. I had found a spot on the sofa free of bagged clothes and boxes of bedroom knick-knacks, just big enough to hold one person. I sank into the cushions with profound relief. A moment later, plopping into the inch of space left, was Carol. The items on the sofa forced us into a posture that almost left us cuddled up like long time lovers. With her parents standing not more than five feet from us, it left me a little uncomfortable, but they smiled down on us like they couldn't be more pleased. We all admitted again to being hungry after all the exertion and decided food was in order. A local restaurant chain was selected and the division of everyone up into groups for the trip began. Carol's parents surprised everyone by declining the trip for food claiming a prior engagement, but offering to take Carol's kid along with them. Carol's jaw almost hit the floor. Even Karen had a look of shock on her face. Carol stuttered and declined their offer for some reason or another, I forget what it was. We loaded up then off to the restaurant we went. Carol had her van which was big enough to hold her and everyone else, except Dave and I. That was cool because I needed to talk to someone about what had happened upstairs. I was a little scared of myself after that. I had never felt such overwhelming want for a woman as I had for Carol. Never mind how I was still feeling. After I had laid it all out for him, leaving nothing out, he gave me the strangest look. "Dude. Whats up with you? You act like you never had a woman open your nose before." He had a grin on his face fit to bust. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked. "You really don't know?" He said. The grin was gone replaced by surprise. I was still buzzing from the scent of Carol's skin and the feel of her body writhing in my hands and I really didn't feel like a riddle. The smell of her sweat, perfume and especially her arousal was still moving through my mind like a soft warming breeze. I still felt dizzy. "Come on dude, quit fucking with me. What the hell does that mean" I asked getting irritated. He laughed and explained. "Man, when you are with a woman that REALLY sets your fire going, don't you notice how it feels like your nose has suddenly gotten larger? Like you're getting more air? How you can all of a sudden smell her, and you want more? And there never seems to be enough?" He said. "You get lightheaded, and all that seems to matter is trying to inhale her cause she smells so good?" I knew just what he was talking about. I had just gone through it. Hell, I was STILL going through it. I couldn't stop smelling, feeling, tasting her. "Whoa! Wait," he said. "You haven't! You really never have had a woman get to you on that level, have you?" He was astounded beyond belief. "Dude, if I put you in front of a mirror right now you'd look like one of those cartoon drawings of a bull about to charge. All that's missing is the smoke coming out." "Well no, I never have had a woman get to me like that. Man, I scared myself how bad I wanted her. Right then and there. I didn't care about her family downstairs, you, the fact we're both married. Nothing. The only thing that mattered was getting into her. I think the only thing that stopped me was ...she deserves... I dunno... better, nicer somehow." He laughed at me. "Oh! Nicer huh?" He chuckled the rest of the way to the restaurant, hardly responding to me. He just kept laughing to himself. The meal was nothing to talk about. Carol, of course, sat next to me. Her kids across from us. Everyone else spread down the table. All through the meal I could feel her thigh pressed up against mine, and every time I would turn to look at her , our eyes would lock until someone said something to break our concentration on each other. If you asked me ten minutes later what I ate, I couldn't tell you. Outside, everyone kind of scattered to their own cars, leaving Carol, me and her kids standing in front of the eatery. Her daughter, who I guessed was around eight, was kind of throwing a tantrum about a candy machine. "She act like that much?" I asked, thinking the kid needed a good spanking to settle her down. "She just wants attention. If you give it to her she's good as gold" Carol replied, looking up at me through those dark glasses she had put on as we had left the table. "What about her mother?" I asked. "Does it work on her too?" "Yeah. Pretty much, if it's from the right person," she said. Somehow, even through the dark lenses I could feel her eyes locked on mine. I could feel that lightheaded feeling coming back. "Well, look everybody is waiting on us, so we cant stand here all day. How about I give you my cell number, and if you feel like it you can call me. I really want to know more about you." My voice came out a whisper. My throat felt tight. I wrote down my number for her. When I gave it to her, she smiled like a kid that had gotten just what they wanted for Christmas. It made me feel ten feet high. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt that way. I didn't want it to end. But it had to. "Hey! Would you two hurry up? Take her number! Call her! whatever!" Dave yelled across the parking lot. "Um...yeah. They're waiting," I said still lost in her eyes. (PARGRAPH) I could pick out the little irregularities we all have; mouth too large, lips too full, cheekbones not high enough, cheeks too round , forehead too high. Intellectually, I knew I had seen, even dated, more physically attractive women, but somehow she was more beautiful than any of them. I couldn't kiss her her goodbye with her kids right there, she was married after all. I could see she wanted to kiss too, but we couldn't. She hugged me a little too long, squeezed my hands really tight, then whispered in my ear: "Talk to you soon," she said. Funny. Her voice sounded a little rough, too. So began, what up to that point, was the longest three days of my life. I worked, slept, ate and was generally an a-hole to everybody. I kept thinking to myself that I'd blown it! My relationship with Barb underwent fairly sharp change. I told her what the doctors had told me. Mainly that she was a mental case, and there was nothing wrong with her except her head was fucked, however, I didn't word it quite that way. She denied it of course. She said the doctors were full of it. But the funny thing is; her health began to improve almost immediately. She cleaned up the apartment did laundry, cooked and started to talk about getting a job. All in all it felt like a slap in the face. There REALLY was nothing wrong with her, just mental crap. I felt so angry I wanted to just scream until I passed out. It hurt in a way I can't really put into words. Didn't she care what she had put me through? Whatever guilt I felt about Carol died a quick death. Things got very frosty around the ole homestead. I just couldn't talk to her. I had nothing to say that wouldn't be mean, angry or just plain cruel. Tuesday afternoon, I was at work brooding over Barb, missing Carol and just in general wondering how I'd let my life get so screwed up when the phone on my desk rang. " Erebus , inventory control. This is Cameron," I answered. "Well. Don't you just sound full of joy?" That smoky voice cut right through whatever I was thinking and suddenly my lungs weren't big enough to hold all the air I was taking in. "Carol?" I choked out. "Mmm hmm," she said. "What's the matter? Not happy to hear from me?" she asked. I could hear the giggle in her voice. I bowed my head and thanked every god I could think of. I don't think I had realized until that moment how much I had really missed her. "So......I called. Now the ball's in your court. What are you going to do?" she asked. God, she sounded good. I could hear how happy she was. There's something in the pitch or timbre of a voice; you can tell when someone is truly happy to talk to you. I felt it. In spades. She was as glad to hear my voice as I was to hear hers. My voice dropped, all by itself. It sounded strange in my own ears. "I want to see you," I said. Maybe I imagined it, but her voice seemed to deepen as well when she spoke next. It went right through me, straight to my heart, and groin. "Abso-fucking-lutely!" she said. We made a date for the following Saturday. We'd meet, have lunch, and talk about whatever was between us. I couldn't wait. It filled my head for the next three days. Saturday in June. Bright, sunny, warm and beautiful. We decided to meet in a small part of the suburbs that was kind of an open air park walk. About two miles of shops, restaurants and bars. Great for people watching, and completely anonymous. We'd meet at the coffee shop on the corner. I got there about an hour early. I just couldn't sit home and let Barb stare at me with her sad eyes. Carol was already there, sitting in the window reading a paperback book. I stood outside of the window for at least ten minutes. I just stood and watched her, feeling my heart speed up, my breathing get shallow. I finally went inside and she looked up at the sound of the door closing. Her face lit up in one of those smiles I was beginning to love so. She stood up and hugged me. As soon as we moved apart I filled my hand with her hair and covered her mouth with mine. She melted against me and I felt her hand slide across the back of my head, pulling me hard against her. Her purse, her book and my keys all hit the floor and the world went away. Once more the only things that existed were her smell, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her in my arms. We only broke apart when the sound of the managers disapproving throat clearing got loud enough to break into our kiss. We couldn't find anywhere that could put up with our behavior so we ended up sitting in her van cuddled up in a corner of the front seats. She was sitting with her back to me, her hair in my face and the warmth of her body pressing against me. My hands rested on her stomach and my fingers were entangled with hers. It was already a hot day. Even with the side doors of the van open, it was sweltering. Neither of us wanted to move. We talked about everything, from her first time to our respective train wreck marriages. Nothing was off limits. Nothing too personal. I told her things about me no one knew and I found out things she never admitted to anyone. It was wonderful, not having to hold back with someone. Some time after we had been sitting there, I noticed her throat inches from my mouth. I began to watch the muscles move as she talked. So smooth and soft looking. I leaned over a little and kissed her right behind her ear. Looking down over her shoulder, I saw her nipples pop up like the timers on a turkey. I swear. One minute smooth cotton blouse, the next it looked like she was smuggling bullets. They drew my hands like magnets. I cupped both of her breasts in my palms and closed my fingers over her nipples. When I twisted them like winding the stem on a watch, she almost came off the seat. "OOOOHHHH!" she moaned in a long drawn out breath. I closed my mouth back on her neck and she twisted in the seat so she was almost on my lap. I twisted her nipples again and she ground her ass into my lap, where all of a sudden there was an eight inch pipe sticking up. She felt it and pushed back on it for a minute until she spoke. "We can't. We're in public," she said between gasps. I tortured her nipples and licked her neck from her collarbone to the back of one ear. Her legs were opening and closing like she was fighting to keep them closed. She raised her hips up in an attempt to get off my lap. I reached down with one hand and cupped her mound and pulled her back onto my lap. I could feel the heat coming through her panties and pants. That "other" me had taken over again. I reached back, got a handful of her hair and turned her to face me. I still had a handful of her pussy and her legs had just stayed open. "I can feel how hot you are," I said. "Are you wet too?' "Wet and pulsating," she answered. I could feel her entire crotch under my hand as I rubbed up and down gently. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth dropped open when I passed over her clit. I stopped rubbing for a moment and her eyes opened. "We...we'll get caught...someone will see." She gasped as my hand started moving again. "So what?" I replied. "Let 'em take notes." I kissed her again then gently squeezed her clit between my fingers. She quivered, her tongue stopped moving in my mouth as her body went rigid and she came, sitting there on my lap. Her moans went into my mouth right down my throat and straight to my dick. I can't remember ever being that hard. Her eyes opened and looked into mine. The part of me she had awakened spoke. "Why did you let me do that"? My voice said. "Why did you let me make you cum out here in front of anyone who cared to look?" " I don't know. It just...." she trailed off as she looked into my eyes. "Because you belong to me Carol. Look into your heart.," I said pulling her to me as slow as my arm would move, giving her plenty of time to pull back if she wanted to. She didn't. "You. Are. Mine," I said punctuating each word with a kiss on her lips, her face, her neck. She went limp in my arms, just her mouth working on mine. "Who do you belong to?" I asked. "You," she said and kissed me. "But also..." She looked at me and got a funny little grin on her face then reached under her and grabbed my dick. Not hard, but it was a firm grip. "You belong to me too," she said, and I realized she was right. Her hand moved up and down my dick through my jeans and it felt better than any sex I'd ever had. The next thing I felt was my zipper going down. She scooted back to her seat and I felt a warm hand close over the shaft and pull it out through my zipper. My dick felt like it would explode if she kept touching it for even another second. The world went white and I saw stars as her wet lips slid over the head. It was my turn to rise off the seat, flexing my hips. My entire dick slipped down her throat. It only took her about three strong sucks and I came. Lord I came. It felt like the end of my dick blew off. She grabbed the sides of my jeans and pulled me hard into her mouth, whimpering as I shot wad after wad down her throat. It felt like it would never end. She sucked and swallowed, then sucked some more. When I was drained, I lay back like a wounded bear. She put my dick back in my pants, zipped me up, then patted it lovingly. She stopped. "Why are you still hard?" she asked in amazement. "Because I want you," I said. She still had a small spot of my cum on her lower lip. I didn't care, I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting my own cum for the first time mixed with the taste of her mouth. That kiss went on until a cop knocked on the side of the van...