19 - Felicity

I should have said no. It isn't right for Shawn to kiss me. But that wasn't his question. The question was if I wanted him to kiss me, which I did.

I've been wondering how it would feel to have his lips on mine since the night we met. For the past two years, I've been dreaming of it, imagining it. Yes, even masturbating to it.

And yet this is unlike anything I've ever imagined.

Shawn's lips are soft yet firm, like my favorite pillow. The moment they touch mine, my eyelids fall. They press against me gently, reverently, and my heart flutters. Excitement bubbles up in my veins. His lips keep going, over and over as he runs his fingers through my hair until I feel the rest of my defenses crumble. My mouth relaxes.

I kiss Shawn back tentatively. I don't know what I'm doing, after all. But Shawn clearly does. He traps my lower lip between both of his. Then I feel something warm and wet graze against my upper lip. I part my lips and push my tongue out just a little. It rubs against his and