Then he leaned toward me again and closed my eyes and kissed him. I felt his hand come up and caress my face and his other hand reached and pulled me...closer to him. I was lost in that kiss as in a dream. I had a real boyfriend not just one my friends and I made stories about. I thought about how jealous my best friend would be when I called her that night to tell her how romantic my first kiss was, how perfect. Then I felt his hand again, the one that had drawn me closer but this. When we finished, I took the bowls, rinsed them out, and placed them in a plastic pan of soapy water. I added the spoons but left the glasses on the table. Elliott watched me, and when I had finished, I led him by hand to the bathroom, where I got out a new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste.“These are yours. I opened the third drawer down, and this is your drawer.” We brushed our teeth. He switched between laughing and getting a serious look on his face.“Did I miss any spots?” he chuckled. I imagined the squeals and moans and lip-bites as I circled your taut clitoris with the tip of my tongue, only stopping to kiss and suck at your blushed lips and spread your sweet vanilla nectar over those glorious folds of anointed flesh as my strong hands gripped soft hips. I wanted to suck that stiff clit between my lips and write poetry upon it with my tongue. I wanted to push two fingers inside of your teeming cunt and slowly work them in tandem with my mouth, curling them to that sacred. -bueno- las digo-yo ya he cumplido, ahora me toca a mí-¡Erika!- dice la morena mientras me mira de arriba a abajo –di que sí, este cabrón me ha puesto en celo ¡joder!-¿estás en celo cariño? -la contesta la bollitoLa rubia mira a su amiga, la morena la mira, sabe lo que quiere, le ofrece su culo, la bollito se agacha, se acerca al culito de su amiga, aparta la tira que sujeta la parte del arnés de la morena, la bollito se va a follar a su amigaYo las miro parado, la bollito me mira, me hace un.