“But you’ve watched porn, right?” She wiggles her eyebrows.
I scoff, letting out a laugh. “Of course I’ve watched porn, couldn’t even count the number of times I’ve jerked myself off.” In the last month alone, but I don’t say that part aloud.
“So, you know how your cock works,” she smirks. “Which is a great start.”
She’s humorous…I like that.
“I’m starting to regret asking you to do this.” I say with a small smile on my face, not actually meaning it.
“You’ve kissed a girl before, right?”
I take a deep breath in. “I mean, technically…”
Taking her hand off my arm, she steps backward and looks at me confused. “What the fuck do you meantechnically?”
“Technically you were my first kiss,” I confess, rubbing the nape of my neck awkwardly. “Although, that wasn’t really much of a kiss,” It was more a brush to the lips. “But yeah, you’re the first girl I’ve evertechnically, but nottechnicallykissed.”
“Oh, fuck!” She gasps, pacing across the room again. “I took your first kiss!” She hisses, more to herself than me. “I’m such a fucking idiot, Greyson,” turning to face me, she tugs at her hair. “I kissed you, and you…holy fuck,” her eyes soften as she looks at me. “I’m so sorry for taking away your first kiss.”
Fuck, she looks cute when she’s stressed.
“Lilly, I’m literally asking you to tutor me in all things sex related,” I laugh, running my hand through my hair. “And you’re sorry you took my first kiss?”
She stops and looks at me. “But a first kiss, it’s meant to be special, meaningful. It’s—”
“It’s just a kiss.” I cut her off.
“Yeah, but—”
“Just a kiss, Lil-Bug.” I repeat.
She sighs, chewing at her lip. “But I can still feel guilty.”
Inhaling a breath, I walk closer, grab her hand and place it in mine. “I don’t want you to feel guilty, not when I’m asking you to tutor me in sex.”
Looking up at me with soft eyes, she purses her lips. “We’ll have to establish some rules.”
“You’ll do it?” I blink at her.
She nods her head, a soft smile grazing her lips. “I’ll do it.”
Grinning, I wrap my arms around her and lift her from the floor spinning us around, making the cutest giggles escape her lips.
“Ugh, Lil-Bug, I could kiss you right now!” I grin, placing her back down onto her feet.
What the fuck?
I glance at her, half expecting her to laugh it off, or to look away. But she doesn’t. She looks at me through her lashes and moves a strand of hair away from her face. “Then do it.” She whispers, her voice barely more than a breath.
My heart pounds in my chest, louder than any hockey game I’ve played. Louder than any noise I’ve ever heard. Am I really about to do this…kiss her?
Leaning down, I place my palm against her cheek, prayingit’s not sweaty and lean in. Our lips meet, and everything seems to fade away. It’s soft at first, like the calm ocean on a summer’s day, but then it deepens, and becomes something more.
My free hand finds its way to her waist, pulling her closer to me. And for the first time I understand why people say they feel fireworks. It’s not a spark, it’s an explosion lighting up every corner of my mind.
I’ve envisioned many times what my first kiss would feel like, but not once did any of those fantasies in my mind live up to the real thing.
Her tongue traces my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation. It’s as if every nerve in my body is alive, electrified by her touch. And I crave more.
