We began to kiss. Kyle was a very good kisser. Our mouths and tongues explored each other, and he kissed my neck. As he nuzzled me, Kyle seemed to be overtaken with confidence, because he groaned a bit, and pushed me down on my back, and climbed on top of me. I fought back, in jest. We rolled around a bit on the blanket. The electricity I felt in every pore was the most powerful thing I’d ever felt. I was ready. I wanted him. To this day I can remember the sweet scent of his breath, the warmth of his brown skin. We wrestled a little. I pretended I didn’t want him to pin me, but I did. I wanted him to control the situation, to take me.
Kyle held me down, grinning playfully.
“I want you inside me,” I said, because it was true and I knew nothing about foreplay.
