Submitted by megan on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 22:14
The bottle matched us up, its slow twirl coming to rest, the neck pointing at you, my hand still hovering above it.
You blushed. Sweetly. Then tossed your short hair defiantly. "I'm up for it. I'm..."
They laughed. I stood up.
I made you walk in front of me to the closet so I could watch your ass, the muscles working visibly against your second-skin jeans. Once we shut the door you looked at your feet. I tilted your head up.
Your lips were soft, small. I could feel their edges under mine. Stayed for a moment, enjoying it, surprised when I felt your blunt tongue.
Sensing my hesitation you stopped, pulled back.
"Oh no, no you don't," I said. My fingers reaching around your neck, up over the arch of your skull. My thumb under your ear. My tongue between your lips.