Sense Part Two (installment #13)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
Working title- Sense Installment # 13 (continued from Feb.1st)

He doesn’t pull away so we continue to kiss. I am surprised at how easy it is to breathe. My fear was I would loose my breath and need to stop for a few gulps of air, but his lips are soft and firm, sweet but salty from our saliva, mixed up and rolled into one big mess of spit and cola aftertaste and his cherry chapstick and my mint, and we’re kissing and sinking in each other’s mouths. I feel ballsy and thrilled and upset and wet and before I can be anything else it’s over. It’s over and my first kiss is not in a locked bedroom with Pete as I envisioned it. It’s not overlooking a sunset at the beach, or on the doorstep of my house after a marvelous date. It’s not with Peter at all. It’s with his best friend George in front of all our friends, in Peter’s living room.
I wipe my mouth, my thumb and pointer finger forming a “U” around my saturated lips. I look up and smile at George, he does the same and everyone claps. Christy shouts, “Woo Hoo”, at the top of her shrill voice. She is excited it wasn’t Pete. I slash her an evil eye as stand up and walk towards the bathroom. My knees wobble like one of those huge blow up clown punching bags. The ones you punch, flop down and pop back up for another hit. Erica runs toward me, her hands covering her mouth. She is pretty, her thick black hair covers her face. The acne scars a memory of her outbreaks. She is wearing the black sweater today with Levis. Casual.