We were a little too formal as I gave you the usual tour of the house that my mother would not approve of and we were a little awkward as I laid down next to you because I was ready to jump into whatever this was but at the same time it made me hesitate because this was the first time.
The first time: we’d ever gotten this close and I’d gotten to really feel the way your muscled arms clenched a little when you put your arm around me and I looked into your eyes and you were looking straight back at me without telling a joke or jabbing my sides and you were serious and I was nervous but I kissed you anyway.
We were still slightly sweat-glistened from mopping the dingy and eternally sticky floors at work but I liked the way that I breathed you in and it was a mix between your quick spritz of cologne when you thought I wasn’t looking and your natural musky scent that was exactly how I imagined you would smell when I sat just far enough away in the passenger seat.
We were a little too eager and your hands were a little too fast to throw my tank top to the floor and unhook my favorite bra and you were a little too fast to get me exposed despite our hesitations initially but I was a little too fast to kiss you harder to let you know that I didn’t give a **** about the lipstick that lingered on your slightly swollen lips and I wanted more than just to rub my clothed body against yours.