Peformance anxiety? I'll say. I wanted so much for this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily, I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly caressing Lisa's flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned them. She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well, but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her. I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing, probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss -- the kind Kevin Costner talked about in "Bull Durham" -- and it lasted until we both had to come up for air.