Gordon's Story, Part 6


I was panting and sweating after all that dancing when they kicked in with the slow music. Karen and I just fell into each other and it took a minute for us to get enough strength to stand up. But when she got that strength back, I could definitely tell. I've never been held that close before in my life. Well, I'd been that close with other girls before, but that was because of gravity. Karen had her arms around my back like a giant clamp, and I think she may have had her knee bent forward around my leg. I wasn't being crushed; I was just incredibly close. Then, before I knew what was happening, we both realized how near our mouths were. I looked down and she looked up and... Okay, now I've done it. Here's this girl, latched onto my body, and I have to go and kiss her. Well, it's not really my fault. I mean, you know what those accidental kisses are like, right? Besides, she even had that little droopy-eyelid, agape mouth, "kiss me now!" look to her. Well, I hope I didn't make her look like a slut in front of all her friends. Hell, I hope all her friends don't think I'm some sort of fool who's going out with a slut. I bet Wendy was looking at us right then, giggling to herself again, planning what sort of ribbing to give me at work on Monday.
	by Brian Tivol

I was panting and sweating after all that dancing when they kicked in with the slow music. Karen and I just fell into each other and it took a minute for us to get enough strength to stand up. But when she got that strength back, I could definitely tell.

I've never been held that close before in my life. Well, I'd been that close with other girls before, but that was because of gravity. Karen had her arms around my back like a giant clamp, and I think she may have had her knee bent forward around my leg. I wasn't being crushed; I was just incredibly close.

Then, before I knew what was happening, we both realized how near our mouths were. I looked down and she looked up and...

Okay, now I've done it. Here's this girl, latched onto my body, and I have to go and kiss her. Well, it's not really my fault. I mean, you know what those accidental kisses are like, right? Besides, she even had that little droopy-eyelid, agape mouth, "kiss me now!" look to her.

Well, I hope I didn't make her look like a slut in front of all her friends. Hell, I hope all her friends don't think I'm some sort of fool who's going out with a slut. I bet Wendy was looking at us right then, giggling to herself again, planning what sort of ribbing to give me at work on Monday.

by Brian Tivol