It was to early in the morning for him to be making choices about the nature of there relationship. It was two o'clock, he had worked all day and was running on stimulants and nothing else. It was in the front seat of her car and everything seemed to be a good idea. She was involved with someone else, to what extent and with what meaning seemed about as clear as her humidity soaked windshield at the time.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked.
Normaly he was not much for asking whether he could kiss girls. He normally just kiss them and then waited for the reaction. In that case though he also normally kissed girls he was reasonably certain woujld want to be kissed by him. Like this one. The situation was unclear though so he asked.
"Sure." She tried to say casually and almost succeded.
He leaned forward and the began to touch. Their was subtext hanging heavy in air like the humidity after the summer store so he tried a differnet approach then usual. Instead of wild, rough, passionate kisses he began softly and slowly with an almost romantic feel. He leaned into her and remembered why he didn't kiss girls in cars there were steering columns and dashboards in the way. He was massive an awkward and would always get caught in things. Plus there was the constant threat of the campus 5-0 on ronds.
"Let's go inside." He said to her, with a surity of purepos and masculine command that he knew she loved.
"Ok." She said again trying to maintain an air of casualness but was moving to quickly and to franticly to get into the house to make it really accurate. They didn't speak on the way in, it seemed like it would ruin the sexual air of the evening to start disscusing recent movies or favoured bands. He struggled with his shoes and there frayed and knoted laces. As he pulled them off though the two of the began tumbling upstairs. Before they'd even managed to get in the door he had her pressed against a wall and was thanking the fates for make her tall for a girl as he was exceptionally so for a man. She began desperatly undueing his shirt as he worked with equally fervor on hers. They both slept well that night, realesed and happy. In the morning there would be consequences, there always is.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked.
Normaly he was not much for asking whether he could kiss girls. He normally just kiss them and then waited for the reaction. In that case though he also normally kissed girls he was reasonably certain woujld want to be kissed by him. Like this one. The situation was unclear though so he asked.
"Sure." She tried to say casually and almost succeded.
He leaned forward and the began to touch. Their was subtext hanging heavy in air like the humidity after the summer store so he tried a differnet approach then usual. Instead of wild, rough, passionate kisses he began softly and slowly with an almost romantic feel. He leaned into her and remembered why he didn't kiss girls in cars there were steering columns and dashboards in the way. He was massive an awkward and would always get caught in things. Plus there was the constant threat of the campus 5-0 on ronds.
"Let's go inside." He said to her, with a surity of purepos and masculine command that he knew she loved.
"Ok." She said again trying to maintain an air of casualness but was moving to quickly and to franticly to get into the house to make it really accurate. They didn't speak on the way in, it seemed like it would ruin the sexual air of the evening to start disscusing recent movies or favoured bands. He struggled with his shoes and there frayed and knoted laces. As he pulled them off though the two of the began tumbling upstairs. Before they'd even managed to get in the door he had her pressed against a wall and was thanking the fates for make her tall for a girl as he was exceptionally so for a man. She began desperatly undueing his shirt as he worked with equally fervor on hers. They both slept well that night, realesed and happy. In the morning there would be consequences, there always is.
