She was better at this than any girl Wes had kissed before. Jennifer was a woman, and she was an amazing kisser. It was passionate and wild and fucking awesome. He couldn't get enough, now that he'd kissed her. The sound she made sent a shiver down his spine and made him glad that he had on fairly roomy pants, since they were not quite so roomy as they had been before the kissing started.
Wes started to tell her that he didn't care if she was married, because her husband seemed like a total douchebag and she didn't deserve that. And that he tried not to think about the part where one of her kids was older than he was. And that the teacher part was only problematic if the got caught. But he didn't get a chance to say any of that, because Jennifer kissed him again. With tongue.
He flicked his tongue against her, partly to let her know he was cool with this, but mostly to encourages her to use as much tongue as she wanted. Wes wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, hoping belatedly that she wouldn't notice the bulge in his jeans.