He leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn't just some middle school kiss. We were making out.
It felt so good. He wrapped his arms around me while I wrapped my arms around his neck.
We had finally come up for air when we heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"Is my guitar in there?" it was Brad.
"No, now leave."Adam smiled but nearly yelled. I looked at him.
"Did we just make out?"
"Oh, you mean this?" And he kissed he even more passionately than before.
He caressed my bare hip with his thumb, while he pulled me closer to him. We were still laying down, so I rolled over on top of him. We were still kissing as he put his hands right underneeth my bra strap. But I needed to come up for air.
"Wait, how old are you?" he asked.
"Seventeen." shit.
"You're not even legal yet." fuck.
"So."
"So, when's your birthday?"
"January 29th."
"So about three months?"
"Ya." damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!
"So, how far did you want to go tonight?"
"As far as you want to go." but farther!
"We are not allowed to go THAT far yet." I blushed.
"Aw, fuck." did I say that out loud? He chuckled at that.
"Ya, but we can still do this." he kissed me again, and it was even better the third time!
We made out for about thirty minutes before we went to bed.
But he held me on his arms all night.
