Page 4 of Just A Kiss

“What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing, now.” I lean down, tentatively swiping my lips across hers. She tugs me closer, and I take advantage. I bring my hands up to cup her cheeks, angling her head ever so slightly, which allows me to deepen the kiss. She opens to me instantly, and the sparks I feel are life-changing. Why did I wait so long to take this girl out? I’ve only crushed on her for the last two years.

“Wow,” Allison says when we break apart. She presses her fingers over her kiss-swollen lips, and I can’t help but be proud of the fact that I’m the reason they’re so swollen. “That was…” She trails off.

“The best first kiss ever,” I finish for her.

“Yes,” she agrees.

2

ALLISON

Present day

I plopdown on my couch, a glass of wine in one hand and a warm, gooey brownie in the other.

“Ugh, today sucked,” Lindsay says, joining me on the couch with her own brownie and glass of wine.

“You can say that again. I don’t think I ever had a break. I’m shocked that I even had time to pee.”

“Same, girl. I think I’m going to sleep straight through these next three days off.”

“I wish. I’ve got shit to get done that I keep putting off,” I tell her. “I also kinda want to go out dancing tomorrow night. Blow off some steam; what do you say we go hit up ladies' night?”

“I could probably be talked into it,” Lindsay says.

“It’s a date, then.”

“Is this a-dance until you find a cute guy that will take you home and rock your world kind of night-, or just a go have fun and come home alone to your vibrator kind of night?” Lindsay asks.

“I haven’t decided. I wouldn’t turn away some good dick right about now. Maybe that is what I need in this lonely life of mine.”

“You and me both, sister.”

“The single life is for the birds. We need to do something about this sad state of our lives,” I say.

“Why do all the good ones have to be taken already? I don’t need just another fuck boy,” Lindsay adds.

“Amen to that. What’s the likelihood we both find that before kissing another hundred frogs?”

“Put that shit out in the universe, and we’ll manifest it.”

“Universe, if you’re listening, I want a man who isn’t into playing games, has a slightly larger than average dick, and knows how to use it, along with his tongue, if I’m allowed to be specific. One that wants a long-term commitment, a family down the road, hell, even the white picket fence, and a dog or two. One that has a full-time job and preferably doesn’t live in his parents' basement. Oh, and six foot-plus and fit. Thank you, universe,” I project my wishes.

“Nice,” Lindsay says.

“Now, it's your turn. Let's manifest this shit.”

“Universe, I’d like a family man, one who’s more interested in coming home every night than hitting the bar. Someone who knows how to treat a woman, yet is freaky in the bedroom. I’m not too picky on height, just as long as he’s my height or taller. Someone that can hold me tight in his arms, protect me when needed, be my strength when I need it, yet allow me to be his when he is the one in need.”

“Damn, girl, I hope for the both of us that this works. We both deserve it so much.” I pull my bestie into a side hug. We both stay leaning against one another as we finish off our glasses of wine.

“I guess I should head home,” Lindsay says, stretching before she stands up. “I’m turning off my alarms, silencing my phone, and sleeping in as late as my body will let me.”

“That sounds like the best plan.” I follow her to the door. She slips her sandals on, then gives me a hug before heading out the door. “I’ll text you once I’m up, and we can make plans for Joe’s tomorrow night.”

“Sounds good!” she calls back before disappearing down the hall.

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