No job.
No role.
No suppression.
So I kiss her back.
She takes her second hand and cups my face to pull me close.
Her tongue enters my mouth.
Being kissed by a woman?—
Lord, I don’t believe in, be my witness, as I am losing my mind.
I just let myself be dragged by her.
Her scent is wonderful. I have never smelled a perfume like hers; it is so present, and yet soft and with a hint of vanilla.
Somewhere in my core stirs a tingling sensation as I softly moan against her lips between two kisses.
I grasp her by the shirt with my free hand. The fabric glides through my fingers, and I wonder what material it is—What am I doing here? Thinking about fabric? Idiot,the voice in my head tells me. But it keeps me from getting nervous.
A full-on discussion is about to start in my head, but then, she climbs onto my lap and sits on it, still kissing me.
With both hands, I glide over her legs up to her ass. It’s a move I have seen in movies, and I just try to replicate it.
I grasp her ass.
Holy mother of God.
A surge of desire burns through me as I pull her close.
She grins as she bends down to kiss me. Her long blonde hair falls into my face, and a fruity scent of a Caribbean summer trails up my nose. Her hands wander over my chest to my breast.
The day has been one of those hot September days that transform the concrete jungle into an unbearable heat cage, which is why I only wear a wide silken top with my softly falling high-rise pants. But because the top is falling wide and has only slim straps, I decided on no bra. Meaning she feels everything.
I mean, I can do no bra. My breasts are naturally round, not too big, and are something many other girls have been envious of in the past.
When El’s hand wanders over my breasts, I see her realize there’s no bra in between, and a smirk tugs the corner of her mouth in a devilish look.
Her hands close firmly around my breasts.
My breathing fastens as our eyes lock. She massages my breasts and rolls her hips against mine, and through the soft fabric of my pants, I can feel heat burning from her pussy.
It is the moment I truly understand what is happening.
I am making out.
With a girl.
We’re probably going to have sex.
On day one of my new life.
I’m diving headfirst into something that should be happening slowly.
I stop for a moment.
