Potato Clubhouse Tour

Our kiss deepened, becoming a dance of lips that felt like it could stretch into forever. Umi’s hands slid up my chest, her fingers curling into my uniform as if she needed to anchor herself against the tide of her own emotions. Her warmth, her softness and the faint tremble in her breath all wove together into something that made my head spin in the best way.

The clubhouse, with its cozy clutter and golden light, seemed to hold its breath, giving us this pocket of time where nothing else mattered while witnessing the blooming of our affection..

After a while, our lips separated and I pulled back just enough to let her catch her breath. My forehead rested against hers while the tip of our noses remained touching.

Her hands moved to my face, cupping my cheeks as she pushed gently, lifting my head a bit so that she could open her eyes and stare straight at mine.