Standing in her bedroom, arms around each other, I looked down at my friend’s face
“You have pretty eyes,” I say
She responds. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Depends, do you want me to?”
“Yes”
I stroke a strand of hair off of her cheek, “your face is stunning, your eyes shine like sapphires, your skin softer than the finest silk, and your…”
She comes in closer.
“Lips are…”
Our faces are nearly touching.
“Beautiful.”
We start kissing romantically, and hold each other closer and tighter.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She says
“Me too.”
Our mouths are inseparable, our tongues both explorers in uncharted territory.
As I slip my hand down her waist and onto her thigh, we stop, and look at each other. The look of want and longing on her face, and a quick nod tell me all I need to know. As we continue to kiss, I can hear her moan from my hand between her legs, and I can feel her holding on to me tighter than before. I gently push her against a wall, and start to kiss her neck, her head on my shoulder expressing her pleasure as I do.