Kyle brought his lips to mine, and kissed me again. I could taste my own skin and sweat on them, and it excited me. He took my hand and pressed it against his crotch. His penis was very hard, and felt to me like a tube of toothpaste in his pants. He groaned when I touched him, and with one hand, he undid the zipper and button on his shorts. He peeled them down his sides, and revealed himself to me. It was the first time I had ever seen a penis up close and in person before, and I was struck by how pink and purple it looked, engorged with blood. It sort of bobbed there in space over me, with one wide open eye at the top.
“He’s so hopeful-looking,” I remember saying.
