Avalon Apollo always wanted to pursue a career in the art industry; however, bad habits and free range was always her downfall. Attending her first year of Barlowe Centennial University, Avalon found what she always needed, what she needed in order...
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"Can you teach me how to kiss?"
The words just fall out of my mouth, but I don't regret them.
If I ever get the opportunity to finally kiss Gemma, I want to know what I'm doing. I want to be good for her.
"To kiss?" Avalon asks for confirmation.
I begin to shy away, but I don't.
"Yes."
She hesitates for a second and I begin rethinking everything.
"Okay." She agrees with a nod.
Okay? Okay.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" She asks shyly.
I pause before answering. She's going to think I'm even more pathetic.
"No." I shake my head.
"Then are you sure you want me to be your first?" She asks. A couple years ago I might have cared, but now, I couldn't care less.
"It's just a kiss, Avalon. It doesn't really matter."
"Alright then. Just follow after me."
She sits up and scoots her body closer to mine, turning to face me. Nerves erupt in my stomach. Her hands find their way to my face, cupping it and allowing me to feel her soft palms.
Her doe eyed look stares directly into mine and anticipation takes over. Anticipation to feel her soft lips.
"You ready?" She asks.
I nod my head.
She slowly leans in, her lips almost but not quite yet touching my own, merely skimming over them. My eyes meet hers one last time before she places her lips on mine so lightly I can barley feel until she presses down. She pulls back slightly, "Just let loose, Ollie." She whispers against my lips before placing them on mine once again, this time I kiss her back.
The whole world fades out; the thumping bass beneath us, the constant footsteps behind the door, all I can sense is the smell of her dark citrus perfume and the feeling of her plush lips moving against mine.
At first I was nervous, afraid I was going to mess this up and embarrass myself even more, but now it feels natural.
The kiss deepens and I find my body closer and closer to Avalons. She pauses for a moment, mumbling against my lips, "How are you feeling?", she asks breathlessly. I kiss her again before answering, "Good." Our lips move against each others, getting more intense by the second. "Are you ready?" She asks, still fully engulfed in the kiss."Ready for what?"
Her tongue slips out and moves across my lips, her way of answering my question. "I'm ready." I respond breathlessly.
She slips her tongue into my mouth, finding mine. My hands move to her waist, gripping onto it roughly and pulling her closer to me, I can't help but to want her in my skin. Is that normal? My back hits the headboard and she climbs on top of me, straddling me.
