Kiss Him

You straddle Bob, putting your knees on either side of his as you climb onto the couch.

"Bob," you grab his face in your hands, "You are the most beautiful man I've ever met. You're funny, smart, and have a great body. You're just so perfect in every way - I don't know how else to say it, Bob. I love you."

Without waiting for a response, you lean in and for the first time press your lips to his. For an agonizing minutes he doesn't respond, but still you persist, tugging on his lifeless lips. Then he kisses back, and you feel as though you're in heaven. He loves me too!

"I love you," He tells you when it's over.

"Yeah, I kinda guessed," You giggle, kissing him again. He pushes you onto the couch and you continue to make out until you hear a car pulling up to the drive-way.

"Damn, they're here," Bob says.

"I don't want to go," you whine, "I don't ever want to leave you."

"I know, but you need to. Shit," he laughs, "We didn't even clean up from yesterday, I'm going to get so much shit from dad."

"When can I see you again?" You ask, dreading the answer.

"Why not tonight?" He answers, relieving your worries.

With a final kiss goodbye, he ushers you out the back door.