Opposites attract

Part 2: Truth or Dare

Gilbert lived in a small apartment complex behind the gas station. I'd seen it a few times but never once thought about checking it out.
It was dark out and my mind was racing as we walked across the highway. What would we do? Most likely play video games, I thought.

" hey my family is actually moving into the apartment next to our other one, so we can go into the empty one." He looked at his brother, who was nodding his head.

I smiled nervously and clutched my bag even harder. Excitement rippled through me, yet a twinge of anxiousness settled.
Walking into the house, I immediately smelled fresh paint and that new house smell , I understood all too well since I'd moved a bunch in my life. It was pitch dark which gave the mood a calm demeanor.
He proceeded to walk me through the whole house even though we could barely see in front of us.
I held his hand, it was comforting and made me feel safe.
He asked if we wanted to play truth or dare and I quickly accepted. Playing Truth or Dare was always fun in the dark.

We sat in opposite corners of a bedroom, our cell phones acting as the only light source.
As we took turns giving each other dares, I noticed each time the boys gave me one, it would gradually get more and more sexual. I didn't mind. It was fun and I hadn't really thought about anything bad happening.

I scooted closer to Gilbert and he placed his hand on my thigh. " can I kiss you?" He leaned over and whispered in my ear softly. A shot of warmth and electricity went through my whole body.
"Yes, please" Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, kissing me slowly. From the back of the room I could hear his younger brother get up and walk out
" have fun you two!" He exclaimed

His kisses traveled up and down my neck. His lips were soft and I wanted badly for them to be on mine.
He leaned back from me.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hallow of my temple, " or now" he trailed the line of my cheekbone " or now" his lips were against mine
"Or—"
But I had reached and pulled him to me, and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness I wanted. I knotted my fist into his shirt, pulling him even closer. He groaned softly, low in his throat and his arms circled me, gathering my body against his, and we rolled over into the floor, tangled together, still kissing.
His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it tickles my skin but I don't care. I don't care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes.