We don’t explicitly talk about that night in the week following, but we don’t have to talk when we’ve got other uses for our mouths and our fingers. The whole next week is filled with flirty exchanges in passing around the house, sneaking stolen kisses in the pantry or sneaky butt-grabs when her father’s a room away. I have no idea what the fuck is happening to me, but I know she’s the reason. Of course, just because we don’t talk about it, it doesn’t mean that first exploratory night isn’t permanently on my mind. Yeah, we’ve been fooling around almost every night when one of us sneaks into the other’s room after dark since that night, and I’ve even felt the fucking heaven that is her mouth twice more since then. But still, that first night; yikes. I mean, she might be a virgin, but I sure as shit ain’t. Like, not by a damn mile. I mean I’ve been through girls, and a few women, but even with that experience and background, I can say with my hand on a fuckin bible that that mouth of hers is beyond anything ever.
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