“Yeah, I guess you do,” I said, smiling nervously.
To cover up my jitters, I talked more, digging myself a bigger hole. For lack of sense or anything else to say, I launched into my own sexual experiences. I ended up telling him more than even my doctor knew. I even told him the story about the honey, men’s briefs and the melon baller.
As I stopped to catch my breath, it seemed Neil’s eyes were just inches from my face.
“What?”
“I was just wondering if I should ask you for a kiss.”
“Sure ask me. I might say yes.”
“Can I have a kiss?”
“Yes, you can have a kiss.”
We have a winner! Neil’s lips were so soft, like new pillows. He did not try to put his tongue in my mouth or slobber on me. His effort left me impressed and a little bit moist. After all, kissing well is not one of Martin’s strong points and the keys to my kingdom starts with being able to smooch.
“God, you’re good. Let’s do this some more.”