**Varsha**
The jolt was quite a surprise. I almost let the bottle slip out of my hand but managed to hold on. Frida’s face wore a nervous look that disappeared as I reached out to touch her lips moistened by the sip of beer. She gently planted a kiss on mine, as I felt the weight of her nimble frame rest on my body. She smelt of beer and vodka as sure as I smelt of beer and tequila. I opened my mouth to let her in, gently sucking on her bottom lip, tasting her, feeling her, becoming one with her. I felt her tongue venturing into my mouth, gently probing as it met mine, sending a tingling jolt down to my toes. Her sweet taste pervaded my mouth as our tongues wrestled and our breathing got more labored. I felt a stream of our saliva run down my cheek, wetting the collar of my blouse. She broke away from me and shifted her weight on her side resting her head against her elbow. It took all my strength to not pull her back in.