She tasted good, not that he found that surprising.  It had been a while since he kissed a woman the same way he was now kissing Charlette.  Well, it was Jemma, of course, since he hadn’t been with anyone else following their split.  Paul reckoned kissing was just like riding a bicycle: you never forget how.  Pressing her body against his also felt good.  In fact, she felt damn amazing.  Her breasts squished on him, followed by her arms around his neck.  The position he was currently in was neither strategic nor wise.  She basically had him pinned.  If this were WWE, it'd be Match Over!<br/><br/>Paul’s animal instinct wanted her right there, right now, right under the stars.  Paul’s common sense, however, reminded him of the situation and their age discrepancy.  His common sense was so much more polite than the Voice, although the Voice did have his moments, too.  But Paul knew better.  He also knew that he would venture no further with Charlette than kissing her, regardless of what other parts of his body desired.  Figuring that was an appropriate plan, he continued to enjoy the simple act of just kissing her.  His right hand rested against the small of her back, just as he pictured.  The temptation was surely there to squeeze her ass, but he resisted, and that required some effort.