Second kiss

“Who will drive me home?” I asked when the party neared it’s end.
“I’ll do it” she said “but on second thought why don’t you sleep over at my house?”
“But I don’t have my toothbrush with me” I joked.
“It’s OK, you can share mine” she shot back with a wink.
Driving home with her my heart beat a tattoo in my chest.

She leads me to a little back room and makes the bed.
I make myself comfortable, still in my party clothes.
We chat for what seems like ages.
She wishes me goodnight and before she can switch off the light I say: “Don’t I get a good night kiss?”
She leans over, her large breasts brushing against my arm and kisses me deeply.
I could not sleep that night.

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