“Yes.”
“Well…when Frank and I first married, I thought you didn’t like me for the longest time.”
“No, I liked you.”
“You wouldn’t kiss me, and when you did, you’d only kiss me on the cheek. You still only kiss me on the cheek – everyone else you kiss on the lips. And remember that time you left me standing there when we were dancing?”
I squirmed a little. This wasn’t going to be easy to get out of. “Well, I didn’t kiss you because I was shy, and I left you when we were dancing because, well, I had to do something.”
“What did you have to do?” she asked.
“Annie, please I can’t talk about it. But trust me, I like you. I like you a lot.”
“So why haven’t you ever kissed me?”
Shit. I was stuck. I had to think fast.
“Because, Annie…I was a really shy kid – I still am, in a lot of ways…and you’re so beautiful… And when I got older…uh…I thought I might get addicted to kissing you. After all, addictions run in my family…” I stammered.
We both started laughing and we looked at each other. Her eyes were sparkling at me, and I was lost in them. I leaned forward and cradled her face in my hand, softly kissing her on the lips. I probably held the kiss a bit longer than I should have but it was so incredible. That strange, fluttery feeling came instantly to the pit of my stomach, and a million sensations flooded my brain simultaneously – the softness of her skin and her lips, the hint of brandy on her breath, the silkiness of her hair on the back of my hand. I felt my cock start to swell and I pulled myself away from her. Trying to be nonchalant, I said, “That probably lasted a little too long, but I figured I’d make it up to you for the last three years.”
She sat there for a moment, just looking at me. “Wow…” she said, reaching for her brandy, “I’ll drink to that.” and finished her brandy with a gulp. “You’re a really good kisser, Paul you know that, don’t you?”
I blushed furiously, it was remarkable that I had enough blood to rush to my cheeks, as it all seemed concentrated in another area. “Uh…I’m okay, I guess… No one’s ever complained, anyway. Do you want another brandy?” Please God, let her drop the subject.
“No, I’m okay, thanks. Would it be okay if you just held me for awhile?” she said, a pleading look in her eyes.
Yeah, right. Like I was going to say no. I just prayed that she wouldn’t look down at my crotch. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.” God, I sounded like such a fucking dork.
I put my arms around her and she snuggled against my chest again. We talked again for awhile as I stroked her hair, and she soon fell asleep. I sat there for awhile, just holding her as she slept, and after a bit she started moaning and squirming around. “Poor thing, “I thought, “She’s having a nightmare.” Then she spoke, and I thought she’d woken up. “Oh, Paul…that feels so good, baby…” she murmured.
I thought she was awake, and I was confused. My arm was around her, but it had been around her for quite a while. “What feels good, Annie?” I asked…then noticed that her eyes were shut. Oh, shit…she was dreaming – and apparently dreaming about me! My cock started to really strain my zipper.