She crawled up to my face, my ankles still around her shoulders. “Oh my, and you’re flexible too!” she giggled. She kissed me, deeply, passionately, for what seemed like forever.
I had been kissed by three people in my life before that. The first time had been my cousin when I was eight years old. We were just fucking around and it really wasn’t anything incestrual or out of the ordinary. The second time was with my second boyfriend, Daniel. He was sloppy and after kissing him I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to kiss another boy in my life. The third time had been a week previous, with Denise, another Crix girl. Trish had passed by me in the hallway and gave me a smile, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. That night, Denise and I were playing video games when I asked her if she ever thought about girls. One thing led to another, and we made out. It was all going well until I tried to put her hand under her skirt. She freaked out and left in a rush, but we made up quickly the next day. I told her I was drunk, which was true - except I knew exactly what I was doing.
But this was the kiss that mattered. For the rest of my life, I would consider that moment, with me naked, legs wrapped around Trish’s shoulders, feeling her tongue in my mouth and her finger softly rubbing against my pussy lips, as my first kiss.
Her finger pushed in deeper, barely penetrating me, and I realized this would be the best night of my entire life.
Then the phone ring.
“Shit, I gotta get that.” She quickly moved away from me and answered her phone. |