Chapter 8

I jumped up from the floor. His eyelids popped open. That spark once again sparked, running like wildfire through all my limbs before bursting within the stiff one dead center. Our faces drew nearer, until his lips brushed mine. He pulled an inch away, perhaps to make sure it was alright for him to kiss me. Suffice it to say, it was alright―alright and then some.

I’d never kissed anyone before. As with everything when it came to Bing, he was my first. He was the best, too. Or at least the most memorable. Or maybe the years had made it seem as such. I mean, as awesome as it was to be kissing a boy as I held his cotton-encased wiener, it was still terrifying. After all, my mom was right downstairs.

“We should stop,” I said.

“We should?” He looked dubious. My dick felt much the same way.