BEST FRIENDS / SEX WITH FRIENDS / FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Kissing 101 — What My Best Friend Taught Me, Part 2

Skye stepped closer, inclining her face toward mine, and I brought my lips to hers.

Please read Part 1 before continuing.

My third date did go better. A lot better. It was another dinner and a movie, putting everything I had learned to the test. Her name was Amanda, and she laughed and smiled through most of the dinner, and we enjoyed a shared ice cream dessert together. We sat close during the movie, armrest up, and she eventually leaned against my shoulder with my arm around her.

We chatted about the movie on the drive back to her apartment, and she wanted me to walk her to the apartment building. It was so much like my practice date with Skye that I half wondered if Skye had told her what to expect. But no, that would be ridiculous.

We talked for another five or six minutes before saying goodnight, and I remembered what Skye had told me. I gently took her hands and stepped forward, and she did the same. Our lips connected in a kiss, and she was smiling when she pulled back. It was a quick, affectionate kiss, but far more than I could have hoped for. My heart was beating fast, and I told her goodnight and waved as she did the same.

All in all, it seemed to have gone well.

“Way to go, stud!” Skye said, talking to me on the phone. “From what Amanda told me, she had a pretty good time. Text her and ask if she would like to go out again. But don’t do another dinner and a movie. You can give bowling another shot, but consider something else, like an amusement park.”

“Do girls always talk to each other about their dates?” I asked.

Skye laughed. “What? Guys don’t?”

I honestly didn’t know. “I’m not the one to ask.”

Skye just laughed again. “You’ll get there.”

I took Amanda to the amusement park the following Saturday. I was nervous about it at first, since I hadn’t rehearsed with Skye. But going on the rides, getting concessions, and playing the carnival games went as smooth as I could have hoped. Best of all, I didn’t have to do anything ‘date-wise’ like remember to open a door for her or wonder if it was the right time to put my arm around her. We had a blast together, not because I was trying, but because I wasn’t trying. That was a revelation in and of itself.

I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to the door. We talked for a short time, and she said she wanted to go on another date. Then she took my hands and leaned forward for a kiss. I met her kiss, but her mouth was more open than I had expected, and I felt her tongue against my lips.

Panicked, my brain froze up on me — which was odd, considering how fast my heart was racing. I had no idea what to do. I was a senior in college, and I’d never French kissed before. I managed to open my mouth, letting her tongue in, but that was about it. She backed off a few seconds later, clearly confused. I tried to explain that I was just caught off guard, and hoped she might laugh and try again. Instead, she just smiled and nodded, then said goodnight.

It wasn’t the worst possible outcome, but it was far from the best.

“Jeezus, Mike,” Skye said when she visited the next day. “Amanda says you kiss like a dead fish.”

“Uh,” was all I could really say.

Skye sighed. “Don’t worry. She wants to go out with you again. She thinks you’re sweet and super-nice. But you’ll need to learn how to kiss and make out before your next date. And by kiss, I don’t just mean sticking your tongue in her mouth. You’ll need to learn how to kiss her like you mean it. And making out is even more involved.”

“And how am I going to learn that?” I asked, sitting on my sofa. “A how-to video?”

Skye sat down beside me, then looked thoughtful. She licked her lips and swallowed, then drew a deep breath. Her hands were fidgeting. Was she nervous?

“Videos?” she asked. “Right. Maybe. But I was thinking I might, uh, walk you through it myself.”

“What?” I asked, probably a bit too incredulous. “I mean… How?”

She breathed out and looked at me again, smiling. She wore a simple T-shirt and cutoff denim shorts, but with her platinum blonde hair and deep brown eyes, she looked like a supermodel.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she quickly amended. “I’m just doing this to help a friend. Well, two friends, really. You and Amanda. I guess she could teach you, but I want you to impress her. I want you to knock her off her feet with a ‘kiss to leave all other kisses behind,’ to paraphrase our favorite movie.”

“As you wish,” I quoted from the same wonderful movie. Our favorite movie, I thought fondly.

“Stand up,” Skye said, grabbing my hands and pulling me off the sofa. “Just follow my lead. Meet my lips slowly and work your mouth a little. When you feel my tongue, push back with your tongue and… Um… Explore. Move your hands across my back and up to my neck. That sort of thing.” She swallowed again and drew a deep breath, then licked her lips. “And pretend I’m Amanda. This is practice for your next date with her, or anyone else, really.”

I nodded, my heart beating faster. I couldn’t think of Amanda, even if I had wanted to.

Skye stepped closer, inclining her face toward mine, and I brought my lips to hers. I felt her heat, her intensity, her unexpected eagerness. The kiss was soft at first — soft and warm — and she opened her mouth slightly, drawing her arms around me. I tasted her, delicate and sweet, and felt her tongue slip gently into my mouth.

I responded, pushing my tongue against hers. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, and our tongues flicked back and forth as we worked our lips together. The heat between us became a fire as I kissed her, and I moved my hands across her back, to her neck, and down again — my right hand caressing the perfect curve of her butt as I cradled her head with my left. She didn’t pull away or object to how I held her, and our tongues darted in and out faster, tasting and exploring as we kissed.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but it was more than a minute, and possibly two. Skye put her hands to my chest and stepped back, breaking our kiss. She seemed to be shaking.

“That… That was good,” she said, breathless. She touched her lips and swallowed. “An A+ in Kissing 101. If you kiss her like that, she might take you from first base to home plate right then and there.”

“Home plate?” I asked, blinking. My brain was still racing at a thousand miles an hour. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her again!

Skye rolled her eyes. “Jeezus, Mike. It’s a sports analogy.” She fell back onto the sofa and ran her hands through her hair. “You know… First base, second base, third base, and home plate.”

“Oh, right,” I said, having a vague notion of what that meant in terms of making out and sex. I sat down next to her and drew a deep breath. “First base is the kiss, right?”

“A simple kiss on the lips is just ‘being up to bat,’ so to speak,” she corrected. “First base is… Well, what we just did was first base. Maybe a little longer with more touching.” She smiled as she looked at me and licked her lips again. “Second base is fondling the breasts while making out and rubbing each other through the pants. Stimulation with clothes still on. Some say it includes the girl taking her shirt off, too.”

I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting to the ample curves covered by her stretched T-shirt.

“Next is third base, which is stimulating each other sexually with a hand job or oral sex.” Her eyes glanced at my lap and I wondered if she saw the bulge there. As much as I wanted to adjust myself, I wasn’t going to draw attention to the fact that I was painfully hard. “Home plate is sexual intercourse.” She grinned. “You know, straight up fucking. If you get to third base, it can lead right to home plate, but not always. If the girl is hesitant or unsure, even at third base, no means no.” She paused for a moment, then added. “Or the guy might be unsure, too. Either way, no always means no, even if you think you’ve hit a home run. Got it?”

I nodded. “No question about that.”

Skye slid closer to me and smiled. “Let’s practice that kiss again. This time, you lead.”

My heart was beating fast again, and all I could manage for an answer was an eager nod. I leaned closer, sliding my arms around her as I brought my lips to hers. We kissed, and I felt her body relax in my arms. My whole body tingled with excitement, my stomach fluttering and my blood pumping hot. She drew her arms around me as our kiss deepened, my tongue playing across her tongue as we worked our lips together.

Soon, my hands were sliding up and down her back, and I brought my right hand forward, brushing across her T-shirt to her left breast. Her curves were perfect in every way, soft and feminine, and unbelievably enticing. Judging from the pert nub of her nipple, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Easy there, stud,” she said, pulling her lips from mine. She gently held my wrist, easing my hand away from her breast. “I’m teaching you first base, not second.”

“S-sorry…” I stammered. “I…”

“It’s all right,” she said in a warm tone. She didn’t sound mad. “That was a perfect lead into second base, but we’re not going there right now.”

Right now? I wondered. What did that mean?

She pressed her lips to mine, and we resumed kissing, arms wrapped around one another. One minute became two, and two became four. As our kiss deepened, I found myself nearly on top of her, all but encompassing her on the sofa. Her breathing picked up, her hands running through my hair and along my back, and she began making soft moaning sounds.

Finally, she put her hands to my chest and pushed. I broke off the kiss and sat up, breathing hard. My heart was pounding and my skin was flushed. All I could do was look at her, lying there on the sofa, so wonderful and beautiful.

“Yeah…” she said, almost panting. She swallowed and licked her lips, then sat up and smiled at me. “That was good. You’re definitely ready for your next date with Amanda.”

I blinked. That was right. This was all just practice. Practice for my next date with Amanda. “Thanks… I was taught by the best.”

Skye’s lips pinched in a cute, tight little smile. “I think you’re going to do well this time. Kiss her just like you kissed me, and you’ll probably get to second base. Maybe farther, but that’s all up to her.”

I nodded. “I guess it’s time to put my training to the test.”

“You bet,” Skye said teasingly. “And I expect to get a full report from Amanda, telling me how good of a kisser you are.” Then she smiled and winked. “And maybe more!”

Continued in Part 3 — A Presentable Male Specimen!

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