Sense Part Two (installment #17)

Sense: Part II (Working title)
Sense Installment # 17 (continued from April 3rd)

“You are having fun at my party?” he questions, unsure what to do or say.

“Oh yeah, it’s great. We should all start dancing again. That was so much fun. I love that song ‘A-la-la-la-la long, Long long time.’”

“It’s so good I know,” his hand gesturing to me then resting on his hip, a comfortable European.

The noise from outside is a muffled murmur.

Our crowd threatens, “We hear talking! No talking! Just kissing,” then hushed giggles.

“We better do what they say,” he utters, his hand now on my face pulling me close. The nerves skip and tap and bounce once again.

My knees buckle, the one resting on the toilet seat has bent and is about the slip off. I stand on two legs and feel like I am standing in jelly. A huge tub of jello up to my ankles, wet and cold and making me shiver. My mind becomes a blizzard of yeses and tugs and hips girating, smashing into one another. I want to videotape this because this is what a first kiss should look like, locked up in a bathroom with your friends jeering at you from the other side of the door; and us. Us-the smoldering smell of sweaty teenage bodies, bursting out of our skin for one first try at something new and exciting, very hot and sexy.