letting my hands slide up and over her chest. I was rewarded with a sexy mewling sound. I heaved a sigh of relief. She liked it. Caro was the hot little piece I'd always imagined she would be. Fiery. Responsive. Passionate. And I'd spent quite a lot of time over the years imagining just this moment. She might have signed a chastity vow, but frigid, she was not. I groaned again. The damn pledge. I knew I could make her doubt it. But I realized abruptly that I didn't want to make her break it. I did want to make her want to break it however... This night was not going to end with me inside her. But that didn't mean we couldn't have fun. Or that I couldn't make her feel as desperate as I was. I slid my hand up and under her robe. She squeaked and sat up, staring at me. Her hands clutched the hem of her bathrobe as if it was going to fly up and expose her. I stared at her, trying to show her my intentions were good. Well, mostly good. "Caro..." She shook her head wildly. "I'm not wearing anything. Underneath." I laughed. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I was. "Five minutes Caro. Give me five minutes. Please. I won't do anything that you don't want." "Chan... you know I can't." My fingers brushed the inside of her knee. Just a few inches up and I would be touching thigh. A few inches more and... I groaned as my cock lurched in my jeans. "Just let me... play..." She stared at me, her big eyes full of doubt. She was curious too. About what might happen. I could see it. "You promise not to do anything else?" I could hear the hope in her voice. The desperation. Neither one of us wanted to stop. "I promise, Caro. Please don't make me stop. Not yet..." I smiled at her disarmingly, guiding her back onto the bed. "Remind me of these rules again... I can touch. Just not inside right?" She nodded breathlessly. I grinned. "I can work with that." Slowly I tugged on the belt to her bathrobe. We both held our breaths as I gently opened it to reveal... a plain white nightgown. There was a pink bow at the neck. It was shapeless, with thin cotton straps. Her full, gorgeous breasts were just barely visible through the worn fabric. I could see the shadowy pink of her nipples. And the alluring triangle between her legs. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life. My mouth went dry as I let my fingers slide over her nightie. Her nipples poked through the fabric as I teased them. Then I let my hands run all over her body. I felt like I'd just run a touchdown. Or won a gold medal. No. The world fucking series. My hands felt hot where they skimmed her perfect curves, Her thighs... her belly... then up again to toy with her beautiful breasts. I leaned down to kiss her as I reached for the hem of her nightie. And slowly started to lift it. Very, very slowly. Caro didn't seem to notice. She was kissing me back, her soft hands on my shoulders. I pulled back when I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed the damn nightie off of her. NOW. "Lift your arms." Her huge eyes blinked at me in surprise. I knew I was going a little faster than she might have expected. But she did as I asked. I groaned as her beautiful body came into view. Her breasts were perfect, round and juicy, just right for her tiny frame. Her waist was tiny and her hips begged for a man to grab them. And her legs... her legs went on for miles. She was perfect. And she was all mine. Quickly I pulled my shirt over my head. Then I was on top of her, pulling her hard against me. I wanted to feel her against me. Against my chest. We both moaned at the contact. I'd never felt anything like it. Anything like her. Sweet. Pure. Good. Utterly feminine. My sweet Caro was mine at last. I could not stop touching her, kissing her. Her nipples felt like they were burning into my chest. I gently guided her thighs apart so I could lay between them. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. Much more. I slid down her body so I could kiss her breasts. I