My chest tightens as I lean over the boy who is sitting on the couch. I place one leg on either side of his; slowly straddle his thighs and lean towards him. Running my tongue up and down the side of his neck, I whisper in his ear.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
He stares at me, and I cannot grasp what I see in his eyes. Desire, guilt, trepidation. He nods.
Straightening up, I call for Samantha. She comes over and sits on the couch next to him. Grasping her head in between my two hands. I pull her close and thrust my tongue into her wet and open mouth.
“That is how I like to be kissed.”
I motion for Samantha to kiss the boy. She gives me a small smile and leans forward and kisses him.
“That is how she wants to be kissed,” she says as she finishes.
The boy looks at her and then at me. I move my head closer to his face and flick my tongue quickly over his lips.
Photo by Jess Loiterton