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The kind of girl you take home to your mother

The kind of girl who doesn’t think your strange great aunt is bizarre, who thinks your dad is funny and your brother is endearing

That’s the kind of girl Kyle cheated on

“Bye, Kyle” Lilly’s tone iet the hell out of here’ without actually saying the words ‘Piss off’

He relents, chewing on his bottoives her one last look

One last look as she goes up on her tiptoes, pressing herher arms around my torso

She kisses ers ski above the waist of my jeans

I flinch, body shuddering

It tickles but it doesn’t, the contact of her pal

I’ve kissed girls before, obviously I have, if Britney and girls fro sloppy and uncoordinated with lots of fu

Oh, and braces

Lilly’s mouth is not sloppy and it’s not uncoordinated and we don’t have braces Not anymore

I open ue meets mine, tentatively at first

Holy shit, I’ out at a house party

In public

Another first for me this year

Lilly’s lips are soft and her tongue is exploratory, hesitant to push itself insideabout thisto shoother so

My hands go around Lilly’s waist; I pull her close, lifting her intodown her backside of their own accord then squeezing her ass

Her hand slides upmy cheek as she kisses me, head tilted so our noses don’t bump

“Lilly,” I whisper as I back up—step away slightly

“Hmm?”

“Are you…drunk?”

She pulls back, dazed, lips puffy and no longer as glossy as they hen she left the house

She’s scowling

“No I’m not drunk—ould you ask me that?”

Because you wouldn’t ordinarily kiss ainstparty and ht I remind you that you kissed me?

I say none of these things; she sounds insulted by my question and looks hurt

Shit

“I just…” I spread my hands wide, pal my body to continue to hum and buzz