Confessions From A Mormon Bachelor Pad
I realized she was pretty much laying across me. One of my hands was on her side and the other on her thigh. She had a hand on my shoulder and on my stomach. Her face was about an inch away from mine, and her eyes were saying exactly what she was about to do.
Harper leaned in, but I glanced past her at the game, and she stopped. The Angels (who I'm only rooting for because I hate the Yankees) had just gotten their 3rd out. There Harper was, ready to give me that kiss that I should have just taken on her doorstep that first night. And I was ingoring her briefly for a baseball game, poor girl. Then once that 3rd out in the 6th inning happened I figured the game was already over, the chances of the Angels coming back were slim to none.
My attention drifted back to Harper. She was staring at my mouth her face still incredibly close to mine. I remembered coming to the decision earlier that I was NOT going to kiss her. I started to remind myself why, and Harper interupted with, "Is there a problem?" I don't know where on Earth my answer came from but I immediately said, "I have a beautiful girl lying in my lap an inch away from my face... I don't see how there could be a problem?" She grinned a little. I was a bit shocked at how silly that sounded, but she ate it up.
I smiled back, and she went for my neck. I love it when a girl kisses my neck. It was a huge turn on, and for the first time that night I became aroused. I thought, why did I decide not to kiss her again? For a while my brain just didn't work. I tried to think of reasons, but the only thing that ended up happening was me thinking about thinking. The neck kissing was the last straw.
I grabbed Harper by the back of the neck, ( here, in the span of a nano second I remembered Andrea. I remembered Harper's craziness and likelyhood of becoming a stalker. The thought actually ran through my head that this girl was throwing herself at me right now and how unfair to her it would be to deny her. Then I thought, there's no pros and cons to be weighed here. There is a girl in my lap, a pretty one at that, who was freckling my neck with kisses despite the stubble. A girl who I wanted to kiss. Andrea and I were no more. I owed her nothing. I pulled Harper to me and kissed her. As we kissed my brain shut down from all thoughts besides kissing technique.
We made out during the last three innings of the game. Until about half an hour after when my roommates started arriving home. Harper was not as good a kisser as I was hoping. Her fun flirty disposition didn't transfer to her snog.
I walked her to her car and said goodbye. While I waited for her to drive off I felt bad. Not for kissing another girl besides Andrea. Not becuase Andrea worked with said girl and might find out. And not because we were horizontal on the couch and floor and couch and chair-and-a-half for the better part of an hour. No, I felt bad for Harper. I knew she liked me, and I also knew that now that we had kissed, that there was no longer ANY interest in her whatsoever.