The sun was watching her as she kissed me. That’s what Miri was thinking, I was almost sure of it. Her soft rounded lips pressed into mine, parting for me to taste a hint of her sweet strawberry mouth. She leaned into me, luscious brown hair flowing over my shoulder, a gentle hand resting comfortably at the small of my back. Her breasts nestled around my arm, still hidden and mysterious, but warm and inviting even through her clothes. And the sun was watching us.
I slid my hand up to the back of her neck, used my mouth to part her lips a little wider, and was met by a probing tongue sliding through to flicker against my own. My animal drive was urging me on, ready to absorb into her and let go of every thought. But I held myself back just a little longer, letting myself appreciate the moment in context. This was special, something more than just a girl kissing a guy she liked, and I knew somehow that it was important to Miri that I know that.