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know, I am a kissing bandit.”
“You are from now on.”
“You real y got off on me kissing him?”
I knew she was asking about the jealousy.
“You were wonderful. You total y blew his mind.” As usual, words failed me and I didn’t want to keep blathering goofy compliments. Wel , maybe just one more. “It’s like I have a new, incredibly deluxe toy!”
“ I’m a toy! ” she crooned, kissing me on the lips. “I’m a toy for al men!”
I felt firsthand what Mike experienced—a sudden, soft, moist pressure on my lips, gone al too suddenly. My head was ful of her scent.
“Do you think Mike wil think of me later?”
“He’l think of either you or me, it’s too close to cal ,” I said.
“Wil he think of me in a sexy way, like we want?” She was grinning as if we’d pul ed off some daring plan.
“Shit, yes, Emmy! He’s probably wondering if he can jerk off in the bathroom downstairs.”
“How picturesque.” She glanced around. “So, what do I do next?”
“Go somewhere private and take off your underwear.”
“Alrighty, then!” she took my hand and led me away. She was flushed and ful of raw energy. She glowed with excitement. Flaunting to her friend Mike had turned the handle of some kind of inner faucet, as if we had tapped a deep wel of libido.
Everything we were doing just felt right. She moved with a devil-may-care swing in her hips. When men glanced up, she trapped their eyes. It was something universal and primordial in her movement.
“So many rules, so many rules. They’re hard to remember.”
“I’l write them out for you,” I said.
“Nah, I remember them al . I was just kidding.”
By the end of the day Emmeline greeted and spoke with several more friends. They were mostly males, though a few females sought her out. Since Emmeline was easy to spot wherever she was—just look for the girl with men clumped around her, or if she was alone, just fol ow the needy gazes of the men staring at her—so friends who wanted to chat located her easily.
I watched her get petted, patted, and awkwardly hugged. She accepted the attention with bright smiles, and returned every touch she received. The men who weren’t completely awkward with Emmeline (few and far between) took every opportunity to caress her. They held her hand as they spoke, or rubbed her arm, or even curled their fingers in her hair against her neck. It was al innocent, but not innocent. She didn’t stop them, she pretended not to even notice, because the touches obviously meant the world to these men. They used any pretext to reach out to her.
Meanwhile, I wasn’t scaring anybody off. They probably didn’t know I was the boyfriend, or they would have been less grabby. At least I hoped so . Note to self: work out and become more imposing.
Above al , Emmeline was kissed.
Though it was just her first day of kissing, everybody caught on quickly, and nobody seemed disapprove the new custom. Individual men were surprised by the kisses, but usual y got a second chance at her lips when they left. When two or three men stopped by to say hi, the first man was surprised but the others were ready when it was their turn. We men can be trained quickly with the right teacher. One or two of her friends even swung by our table a second time, after finding their books, just to bid her farewel for the day—and pick up another few kisses.
Everybody accepted his kisses without remark. You don’t editorialize when a gorgeous girl kisses you on the lips, you just blush and try not to get flustered. You receive it and thank her quietly, deep inside your heart.
And after your surprise kiss, you walk away (or back away, like a lot of the guys did) with your world brighter and friendlier. You have a new sensation for your lips that you wil never forget, and a new girl-scent in your nose that wil be sparked at the strangest times and make you thankful—and wishful—al over again.
Al this attention played wel with Emmeline. She
“You are from now on.”
“You real y got off on me kissing him?”
I knew she was asking about the jealousy.
“You were wonderful. You total y blew his mind.” As usual, words failed me and I didn’t want to keep blathering goofy compliments. Wel , maybe just one more. “It’s like I have a new, incredibly deluxe toy!”
“ I’m a toy! ” she crooned, kissing me on the lips. “I’m a toy for al men!”
I felt firsthand what Mike experienced—a sudden, soft, moist pressure on my lips, gone al too suddenly. My head was ful of her scent.
“Do you think Mike wil think of me later?”
“He’l think of either you or me, it’s too close to cal ,” I said.
“Wil he think of me in a sexy way, like we want?” She was grinning as if we’d pul ed off some daring plan.
“Shit, yes, Emmy! He’s probably wondering if he can jerk off in the bathroom downstairs.”
“How picturesque.” She glanced around. “So, what do I do next?”
“Go somewhere private and take off your underwear.”
“Alrighty, then!” she took my hand and led me away. She was flushed and ful of raw energy. She glowed with excitement. Flaunting to her friend Mike had turned the handle of some kind of inner faucet, as if we had tapped a deep wel of libido.
Everything we were doing just felt right. She moved with a devil-may-care swing in her hips. When men glanced up, she trapped their eyes. It was something universal and primordial in her movement.
“So many rules, so many rules. They’re hard to remember.”
“I’l write them out for you,” I said.
“Nah, I remember them al . I was just kidding.”
By the end of the day Emmeline greeted and spoke with several more friends. They were mostly males, though a few females sought her out. Since Emmeline was easy to spot wherever she was—just look for the girl with men clumped around her, or if she was alone, just fol ow the needy gazes of the men staring at her—so friends who wanted to chat located her easily.
I watched her get petted, patted, and awkwardly hugged. She accepted the attention with bright smiles, and returned every touch she received. The men who weren’t completely awkward with Emmeline (few and far between) took every opportunity to caress her. They held her hand as they spoke, or rubbed her arm, or even curled their fingers in her hair against her neck. It was al innocent, but not innocent. She didn’t stop them, she pretended not to even notice, because the touches obviously meant the world to these men. They used any pretext to reach out to her.
Meanwhile, I wasn’t scaring anybody off. They probably didn’t know I was the boyfriend, or they would have been less grabby. At least I hoped so . Note to self: work out and become more imposing.
Above al , Emmeline was kissed.
Though it was just her first day of kissing, everybody caught on quickly, and nobody seemed disapprove the new custom. Individual men were surprised by the kisses, but usual y got a second chance at her lips when they left. When two or three men stopped by to say hi, the first man was surprised but the others were ready when it was their turn. We men can be trained quickly with the right teacher. One or two of her friends even swung by our table a second time, after finding their books, just to bid her farewel for the day—and pick up another few kisses.
Everybody accepted his kisses without remark. You don’t editorialize when a gorgeous girl kisses you on the lips, you just blush and try not to get flustered. You receive it and thank her quietly, deep inside your heart.
And after your surprise kiss, you walk away (or back away, like a lot of the guys did) with your world brighter and friendlier. You have a new sensation for your lips that you wil never forget, and a new girl-scent in your nose that wil be sparked at the strangest times and make you thankful—and wishful—al over again.
Al this attention played wel with Emmeline. She
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