I pulled up at her place and parked the car. It was awhile since we did anything and from what I gather, being “just friends” meant that nothing would ever happen.
We sat and spoke about unimportant things while my hand drifted over to her leg. Her breathe getting more laboured as we continued to make small talk – as if my hand was not moving closer up her thighs.
I kissed her lightly on her lips, biting the bottom one as I knew she loved so much. It had been awhile since I tasted those lips.
Sweet, juicy and inviting.
We clawed at each others bodies as if this was going to be the last time it would ever happen. I kissed her hard as she pulled me in closer, feeling her breasts against my body.
This had to happen.
I needed to taste her.
We clumsily unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Twisting and turning to find a comfortable spot between her legs. She left her underwear on in an effort to hide her little tuft of pubic hair – as if this was ever an issue before.