"Charlie Jones!" Cynthia cried as she opened and then reached her hand out for Charlie to use as balance. "Get in here before you fall to your death!"
Charlie gave her a sheepish grin then scrambled in. One foot getting caught up on the window sill causing him to trip. He somehow spun as he fell, landing on his back. Because he held onto Cynthia's hand she was pulled down on top of him with a shriek, her still filling out breasts mashing into Charlie's chest.
They stared at each other laying on the floor, aware of the somewhat awkward position. Cynthia giggled first, which told Charlie it was alright to laugh so he did. But he stopped when she suddenly gasped and moaned.
Then they became aware of Charlie's leg being between her's. The laughing had moved them enough to send a rubbing feeling on Cynthia's excited clit.
Silently they looked at each other in the eyes. Their heads moved as though of their own volition as they kiss.
Cynthia moaned again, now purposely grinding her virgin snatch against Charlie's leg.
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