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We pulled away from each other quickly, both looking toward the sliding glass door that separated the deck from the dining room but her mom hadnâ€™t seen us. Â She was bustling between the kitchen and the table. Â There was space between our bodies, but she was holding onto my belt and I was holding her other hand. Â She took another glance back at the house and then closed the gap again, one hand on my belt and the other slipping around my neck. Â She looked into my eyes and then her lips were on mine. Â It was pretty much everything Iâ€™d imagined it would be. Â Soft but seeking, her tongue sweet, probing my mouth. Â My mind went mercifully blank, not bothering me with its usual endless critique and yammer. Â I did what came naturally, and followed her lead. Â My tongue slid in next to hers and she groaned against my mouth. Â My arms wrapped around her waist and I held her against my body, my body that hummed and thrummed with a kind of music Iâ€™d only heard a faint echo of in my dreams. Â Too soon, she broke away, panting, looking wildly into my eyes. Â A wild look Iâ€™m certain I echoed in my own.
â€œWe should go in.. but .. Buddy…â€ Â She took a deep breath and took my hands from her waist and kissed them and sighed. Â â€œOh, Buddy…â€
Probably no surprise that dinner was a bit of a blur. Â Desiree kept up a banter with me about school and tried her best to engage me in it. Â Her mom took no notice of how desperately we were both attempting to sound like two normal friends from high school. Â My head had turned itself back on and was not shutting up for anything. Â YouÂ aren’tÂ friends, Buddy. Â YouÂ weren’tÂ friends and now youâ€™re something way different than friends. Â What the hell have you done, Buddy? Â This is a huge fuck up, dude. Â Sheâ€™s a girl, what do you think youâ€™re gonna do with her, take her to the prom?
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