sweaty kisses
I tapped a guy on the shoulder. Mid-twenties maybe… he was with a group of friends.
“Want a dance?”
It was a busy night and I was asking around. He seemed pretty casual.
“I’ll tell you what. You’re really cute… and if you can still remember my name in an hour, then you’ve got yourself a date.”
No problem. I’m good with names.
“Okay Zach. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
When I came around to fetch him, we took a walk to the back… hand in hand… and we hung out together for six songs. I don’t think I ever took my panties off, though he paid for nude… and I didn’t dance at all. I sat in his lap and we talked, with our foreheads pressed together. We got sticky in the crowded room… and I felt flashes of college youth, the way we were giggling together… in between sweaty kisses.
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