I really couldn’t answer or explain any of it. A few weeks had gone by and it had gotten worse (or better, depending on your perspective) and I still had my boyfriend. I was at my friend’s place again and she had to go help her dad for a few minutes, and left me to my own devices. I went downstairs where her brother was lying on the couch watching TV. Neither of us said a word as I approached. I kneeled down by his head and he propped himself up on to his side, resting on his left elbow. We paused for about 3 seconds, looking directly into each other’s eyes, almost as if we were daring each other to make the first move.
My heart was pounding out of my chest; it was so exciting. At the same time, we both leaned towards each other, and meet in the middle. The kiss was deep and very enthusiastic, to say the least. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, with his one free arm caressing the small of my back while we released all of our sexual tension. The intensity was progressing, so he rolled off the couch and joined me on the floor to partake in a bit of dry humping. We made out for maybe 10 minutes at the most; it was superb!
Then, his sister yelled downstairs, looking for me. “I’m here! Hold on... I’m coming!”
And just like that, it was over and we never spoke of it, or did it again. Maybe we just needed to get it out of our systems. I had about 2 inches in height on him; he had braces, bad hair and acne... and for 10 minutes of my life, he completely rocked my world.