“Sounds good. Who’s bringing the condoms?” Her eyes danced as if she was daring me.
I wanted to kiss her there and then, to be at least able to take control over something.
“Have you got two minutes? In private?”
She nodded. “Come upstairs.”
I followed her back outside to the separate entrance to her flat above the café, watching her back as she unlocked the door and headed straight up the stairs. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t watching her ass as she climbed the stairs, me a few steps behind her.
My cock was half hard, thinking about how she was going to look beneath me, on top of me. Thinking how it would feel when I peeled her clothes off her, how she would look. If she would like what she saw of me too.
“There’s no pressure, Nick,” she said as we stood in her small but neat living room.
I liked how she called me Nick.
“I know. I just wanted to do this first.”
I pushed aside my fear and took a long step towards, her, lifting her chin up and bringing my lips down to hers.
A first kiss. Today might be the only day I ever kissed her. Midnight, or at least the early hours of the morning, would probably be an ending for anything other than our friendship.
She tasted of icing sugar and cinnamon, her lips soft were pliant against mine, her hands moving straight to my back, my hands shifting round her, one dropping to that ass I was admiring as she walked up her stairs.
The kiss continued, my mouth opening for me. My half hardness turned to full, and she was close enough to feel it.
Close enough to push herself against it.
I’d thought a kiss would tell me if it wasn’t going to work, if the fact we’d been friends so long and never even shared a kiss meant there would be no chemistry, so sleeping together would be just going through the motions.
Maybe that would’ve been easier.
This kiss was not about going through the motions.
When it ended, we both stared at each other. Her lips were swollen and red, her face flushed. Her breath was shorter and she was gazing at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.
“I think we need to try that again.” Her hand pressed on my chest. “Just in case that was a fluke.”
I nodded, my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. This time I threaded my fingers through her hair, taking control of the kiss, keeping it slow and deep with my hands trying to learn her curves over her clothes.
Kitty had both her hands on my ass, her fingers pressing into my glutes, her hips pushing closer to mine.
Instinct took over at that point. My hands dipped, picking her up and spinning her round, putting her down on her back on the sofa. I picked up the kiss again, hyper aware of the softness of her skin, of how she was responded to the touches I gave, murmurs of encouragement, her hand weaving into my thick hair, one of her legs wrapping over my back and pulling me down onto her.
I looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, seeing her lips part. I imagined her taking my cock in them, how beautiful she’d look, how beautiful she looked now.
Kitty’s hands pushed my T-shirt up, trailing over my abs and then to the buckle of my jeans’ belt. Her fingers toyed there while I watched her. One of her hands pressed over my erection, which was now so hard it felt as if the head was about to blow off.
“You don’t disappoint.”
I laughed, half-embarrassed. “I might later.”
She shook her head. “I promise you, you won’t. Because first, I’ll make you come in my mouth, then I’ll make you get hard again, so when you fuck me for the first time - ” She didn’t finish her sentence, just pushing up to kiss me, her tongue probing past my lips and then using her teeth to nip at my bottom lip.
I underestimated the strength of her as she wriggled out from under me, flipping our positions so she was straddling me, the heat from her centre burning through my jeans. She was wearing a tiny, cropped T-shirt again, and it was too easy to push it up over her tits.
“I want to see.”
She pulled it off, leaving her covered with just a plain white bra that contrasted prettily with her skin.
