Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,12
kissed a dude.”
“Of course it was,” I scoffed as if he should’ve somehow known that information.
“Shit, I'm sorry,” Dallas apologized. “I had no idea. I thought you were into it, especially after we'd been talking about Spumoni, and you didn't seem to have a problem with it.”
“I don't have a problem with it,” I argued. “I've just never … experienced it myself.”
“I never would have done that if I thought it would freak you out,” Dallas said.
“It's cool—weird, but I'm okay.”
“It kinda felt like you enjoyed it.”
“Probably because I'm still high.”
“And you will be for hours to come,” Dallas said. “Maybe we should do it again while you're still feeling the buzz.”
“I'm not sure that's a good idea right now.”
“Are you afraid you'll lose your nut in your jeans?”
I took a chance and glanced at him and saw a ridiculous smile on his face. I also couldn't help but notice how red and swollen his lips seemed to be, and a spark of desire coiled again in my stomach at the memory of why they looked the way they did.
“You're thinking about kissing me again, aren't you?” Dallas questioned with a tip of his head. “I'm down with it if you are.”
I rolled over to the edge of my seat and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck before I could change my mind or overthink what I was about to do. He leaned forward at the same time and our mouths collided all over again.
The wave of arousal that rolled over me was instant the moment our mouths fused. This time I ignored all logic of why I was willingly doing this and just did my best to feel every bit of sensation I could. I opened my mouth wider, and as Dallas eased his tongue inside to stroke and circle mine, I grabbed on to his head with both hands to hold his mouth in place.
Dallas stretched to reach me better and then suddenly the weight of him was laid out on top of me. The firm press of our bodies together was wildly erotic and overwhelming all at the same time. I was used to the soft curves of a girl and their much slighter weight. Dallas was all long, lean muscles with whisker stubble and a hint of citrus and fresh air in his hair. The scraping sounds of our chins rubbing together had me painfully hard. Dallas straddled one of my thighs, and I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my leg. I wrapped my arms around his back to hold him right where he was.
Was this really happening?
I needed to stop thinking because thinking about this overloaded my brain. Kissing Dallas felt amazing. My entire body was loving what was happening, so why was I second-guessing it? This was about feeling, but I couldn't get my mind to let go of the fact I was kissing another guy. It didn't have to be more complicated than how good his mouth felt against mine. Gender shouldn't have to play a role here. My body was loving this and that's all that mattered, right?
I pulled out of the kiss and Dallas pressed his forehead to mine while we both tried to catch our breaths. His hands cupped my head resting against the back of the beanbag chair. Where the hell did we go from here? Did we continue to hang out as if this make-out session never happened? Or maybe we’d continue to suck face in addition to getting stoned and being friends?
I'd never been able to figure out how to keep a girlfriend, so I definitely had no idea how to keep being friends with Dallas now that this kissing thing had happened. What would he expect now? I didn't have a lot of friends, so I didn't like the idea that I could lose one of them because we'd crossed some forbidden line. I'd never done anything close to this before, and I had no clue what I wanted out of this myself. I wasn't even sure if I wanted a repeat. I hadn't had time to process any of it, which had my brain spinning.
“I should probably get going,” I mumbled.
“Don't tell me you're going home to freak out,” Dallas said. He rolled off me and sprawled out in his own chair again.
“I'm not freaking, but I do need time to think,” I said.
“Just remember, it's not a big deal unless you make it one,” Dallas said.