The urge to kiss is over whelming. With an unsteady hand, you cup the back of my head holding me firm. As our lips meet you groan. You kiss me lightly...again, I moan against your lips, ''more''You clutched me tightly in your arms, then some how thinking you might hurt me you ease your hold.My nails bite into the back of your arms. '' Don't hold back, I need more.''When my words finally sink in your shyness seems to burn away. Tasting my tongue, teasing it, then claiming my mouth hotly, wetly. I. . passion. But there just wasn't time once I hadto start my parents' college prep boot camp. I miss just... dancing." Then you should dance." You're right. I should." Zoey the dancer can teach me some new moves." You had pretty good moves the other night." I learned it all by watching TV."They both giggled."So, did you accept my apology?" Zoey asked."I guess so," Lance teased. "Despite what happened over the weekend I hada pretty good day at school. Oh - I was curious. So, who did you get. What you're asking for is something that can't ever happen."Emily started to say something, in what we all knew to be her confrontational tone. She was quickly silenced by all the angry glares sent her way. We were trying to defuse the situation, not pour fresh fuel on the fire. Emily shut right up, but her angry stares back at us left no doubt that we'd be hearing more from her, and very soon too, about us not letting her talk about this."Kenny, I really thought it was going to be us together. She had a small mouth, dark red lipstick and rouged high cheekbones. Every guy in the room had his eye on her, even ones with steady girlfriends. When Ed walked up and asked her if she’d like a drink or to dance she answered “yes” with a slight quirk of a smile at the corners of her sexy mouth. Seeing his momentary confusion, she clarified her answer, “both.” When he came back moments later with a double-bourbon on the rocks, she tossed it back in a single gulp. She took his hand, leading him.