I rolled up on my side and pressed myself against him. He was warm and solid and at the moment that seemed important. I wound an arm around him. Our lips brushed then met, and time finally stopped passing in weird fits and jerks. Kissing him was a good thing. It felt deeper and more intense than just making out. I had no idea how long we lay there, just kissing, arms around each other before he began to pet me. As his hand skimmed along my thigh and across my crotch, my cock twitched, half-hard, half-interested, getting more interested. I hooked a leg over his, pulling us flush. “I want you naked.”
“I can do that, so long as you match.” He rolled away enough to begin unbuckling his belt.