“How about a kiss?”
Our lips met, but it wasn’t how I remembered. What was once unbridled passion now felt kind of strange. It was really hard to explain. But I decided to work through it and keep the momentum going.
I reached over and grabbed the bottom of Paul’s shirt, which I began to pull up. Before I could get it halfway, Paul reached over and pulled it back on.
“I’d prefer to keep it on, if that’s okay. And could you turn off the lights? I think it would be better that way.” I decided to oblige, if only because I was extremely horny at this point.
When I returned to the couch, we began to lean in for a kiss, once again. This time it felt like how I remembered, with our tongues swirling together in between each peck. Suddenly, the door burst open and the lights sprung back to life. It shocked Paul so much that he literally fell off the couch.