From my story which appears in
Coming Together: For the Cure:
Putting my hand over Lily's wrist, I leaned forward to whisper. "Do you want to go out for drinks?" My smile felt crooked, and my tongue was dry. It had been a while since I was in the dating scene, and I was rusty.
She put her hand on my thigh. "Sure. I know a place."
I followed her black coupe to a local dive bar. She said it was her regular spot. Dimly lit, the place was small but comfortable with a few booths in the back. As I scanned the other patrons, I took a sip of my cocktail, mostly vodka with the slightest splash of cranberry juice. I tried not to gasp out loud.
Lily gulped hers and said, "Great, isn't it?"
I'm not much of a drinker, so I was buzzed by the second round. Maybe I should have slowed down, but I always drank too much on first dates. The liquid courage was convenient.
During a cigarette break in the parking lot, Lily surprised me with her aggressiveness. Pressing me against the car, she grabbed my face and kissed me. Not hard, but she kissed me like she meant it. I leaned into the kiss, moaned when Lily's tongue entered my mouth. We kissed like familiar lovers, our hands wandering under shirts, underneath bras.
When we finally paused, I had to catch my breath. "You caught me off guard," I said.
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Kis Lee 2007
Labels: anthology, erotica