“Mmmm…” What was that? Did that come from *my* throat? I stopped
kissing for just a second. Up until now, I’d been quiet except
for my heavy breathing. And the few times I’d made love in the past,
I’d been fairly quiet about it – I was way too self-conscious. Before
I had time to think much more, Sharon, smiling, pulled me back to kiss
her. There it was again, starting somewhere deep inside me, trying
to force its way out! I tried, but there was no way I could completely
stifle my moaning cries. I couldn’t believe she could coax the sounds
out of me, but she did. At first they were small choking sounds,
whimpers of pleasure and passion – and then I was beyond caring. My
squirming body was now intertwined with hers, and my sounds of ecstacy
grew louder until Sharon stopped kissing and rubbing me, and put
two fingers to my lips.