She's been thinking ... about girls

“Because I do, too.”

I just stared at her. Kathy had never been the quiet shy type, but now she was avoiding eye contact, and blushing like crazy. I was really nervous, too, but I knew what I had to do. It was now or never.

I walked over to Kathy and took her hands in mine. That did the trick. She looked at me and smiled, the big, toothy McAndrew smile that reminded all the grownups in the neighborhood of the Kennedys. Bringing both of her hands together between us, at chin level, I kissed her hands softly. She sighed when I slipped her hands around my neck, and I put two fingertips from each of my hands on her jaw, drawing her lips to mine.

I kissed her once, twice, soft kisses on her lips, then pulled my head back and asked, How was that?” She replied by leaning in and kissing me this time, a longer kiss, but still with her lips together. My hands dropped to her waist, pulling her against me, and as I kissed her again, this time parting her lips with mine as they met, I let my hands roam over her hips and then those sweet ass cheeks.

My tongue lightly licked hr lips as we kissed, then parted her lips further and skimmed over her teeth before finding her tongue. She moaned as our tongues began to dance, sliding against each other’s, our bodies pressed together. Over and over we kissed, oblivious to the world around us. Her mouth was so fresh and clean and wonderful, and I could feel myself getting wet, when suddenly she pulled away.

“Wait!” she cried, stepping away from me. She looked confused, aroused, and just so desirable. I knew she wanted more, but at her pace, and I decided to play things her way for now. “Its alright, Kathy,” I said softly, as reassuringly as I could. I stepped closer, and brushed a wisp of her black hair out of her eyes. “Did it get a little too much for you there?”

She nodded, “Yeah. But I really liked it.” “Then relax,” I said, placing my left arm around her waist, and brushing her hair back with my right. “If I come on too strong, just let me know. I don’t want to hurt you.” She looked at me silently, and I kissed her forehead softly. As I pulled away, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight, whispering in my ear, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Since I heard your sister was … well, I’ve been dreaming about this. With you, I mean.” I stopped her with a kiss, and let a fingertip brush against her lips. “I’ve dreamed about it, too, Kathy. And, now that we’ve ‘fessed up, there’s no need to be nervous.” She kissed my fingertip and smiled, “No, this is like a dream. I … just want to keep it our secret, OK?”

I told her I did also, and we started to walk back, holding hands, then with arms wrapped around each other’s waists, our hips bumping together as we walked. As we reached the last bend in the trail, with the Obannon’s house faintly visible through the trees, I stopped her saying, “Thank you, Kathy,” and kissing her softly. “I can’t even describe how excited I am now.” She grinned, a familiar mischievous grin, and kissed me back, the most aggressive kiss she’d given me so far. “I know. I think I’m going to have to change when I get home. Another grin, and another kiss, this one long and deep and lingering, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. “I have to get going, Patty,” she said softly. “My mom is probably looking for me by now.”

“I’ll let you go if you promise to come for me later,” I said, indulging in a double entendre that went right over her head. “See you tonight, honey.” She beamed as I kissed her cheek, and we walked off the path into the sunshine, and parted ways. I watched her walking home, and she turned after 15 yards, smiled and waved. I waved back and headed for home, anxious to tell my big sister (!) all about my afternoon adventure.