Last week, a couple people mentioned wanting to hear about the second time I kissed a girl, so I'll be taking a break today from a memory a first in favor of this memory instead.
My second time kissing a girl is probably not nearly has fun or even erotic of a story. It happened years after the first time.
In fact, it was only a few months ago.
Shortly after we'd decided to explore new sexual experiences, inside and outside of our marriage.
We went to a college, house party. We were nervous about being *that* old, creepy couple - considering we were 10+ years older than most of the kids at the party. Those nerves quickly faded as the long island iced teas coursed through my system.
Jasper and I really wanted to find a playmate that night.
The closest we (read: I) came, though, was a little tongue play with a couple girls.
I was quite drunk, so it wasn't all that memorable.
However, I do distinctly remember kissing one girl in the kitchen. Her hair was dark brown, full. My fingers were tangled within those locks.
I kissed her hard.
Then, I smiled at her boyfriend, "Do you like to watch when I kiss your girlfriend?"
I think it was a little hotter for me knowing her boyfriend was standing right next to us, watching.