<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room</em><br/><br/>There was something he liked about Orchid pressing her hand onto his chest, gently shoving him to his back. He did his best to lay straight out, his legs extended across the bed, his head almost hanging over the edge. He could feel her lips gently trace down his body, little wet touches of warmth tracing lower, lower...lower...<br/><br/>He had started to breath easier, but the second her fingers touched his hardening member he felt another nervous shiver. Every sensitive touch seemed to travel throughout his body, distracting him. His mind started racing. What if he couldn't get hard? What if he came too early? What if he wasn't good enough? Little did he know that such thoughts were a self-fulfilling prophecy, forcing him to think too much instead of relaxing, focusing on the moment.<br/><br/>He gasped loudly, sitting up onto his elbows as he suddenly felt Orchid's tongue dart against the tip of his cock. His toes spread as he looked down. He stared in disbelief, seeing this sexy brunette's head in his lap...how could this be happening?<br/><br/>His cock was suddenly starting to harden, but it was a slow process. He could already feeling himself building, though, the pleasure flooding down there. His soft member was throbbing, growing a bit more rigid against Orchid's soft tongue, her warm breath coating his hot member, but he wasn't sure how long he could last.<br/><br/>"Oh shit..." he groaned, though to her ears Orchid thought he was grunting in pleasure...