Her lips

You lean in and press your lips to Samantha's. It's been so long since you've kissed anyone but Katie, you've almost forgotten how different people have such different kissing styles.

Samantha's lips are soft. And immediately her tongue is inside her mouth. Katie usually waits a while before slipping it in. But Sam is clearly more naturally eager or excitable. It's easy to feel yourself get lost in the kiss. Your tongues tangle in long, passionate strokes, unlike Katie's more playful swirling method.

Your eyes are closed but you feel Samantha's hand reaching out and finding your hard crotch. You feel her start to rub it with determination.

You open your eyes. Samantha is staring deeply into them, as if she's falling into a trance. She bites her lip, as it curls into a smile. Then she turns her head toward the door. "Katie!" She shouts "Your boyfriend is the best kisser I've ever kissed!"

Then she turns back to you. It seems like she may actually be telling the truth. You're flattered.

"I sure wish the second best kisser I know was right here too." She says, and you know she's talking about Katie.

"I think if we make her jealous enough, she's come storming through that door." You whisper. And Samantha let's out a little chuckle.

"What should we do?" She asks, clearly feeling naughty. "What's her favorite thing to do in bed?"