Karyn was pressed against Jon in his arms, her head on his shoulder. She was pretty heavy, and despite the bath, still a bit smelly. But she was warm, and he liked her closeness. Apparently, he liked it a lot. After some minutes of their embrace, he began to feel a stiffness in his groin, pressing against the pillowy flesh of her buttocks. He froze, suddenly terrified, but that didn't seem to discourage his member. Karyn jumped a bit, startled, then turned to look at him. But she didn't leave his lap, and she was smiling.
"Jon! You dork." She playfully punched his arm.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-uh, shit, I-" He stammered.
"It's ok." Then Karyn did the last thing he imagined. She leaned back against him and kissed him on the cheek. If he thought his face was warm before, it was on fire now. His flesh tingled with electricity where her lips had met his cheek. "You know...I was awake that night. When I was in your bed. When you touched me."
"I'm sorry." He apologized again, lamely.
"I liked it." She was looking up at him now. She leaned in closer. So close he could feel her breath. His head began to move forward to meet her. They hesitated a moment, about an inch apart. Then their lips met, the electricity now running from his mouth into the rest of his body. And again. And on the third time, their lips parted open, and suddenly their tongues were touching. Karyn let out a small moan and pressed against him hard.
To be honest, it wasn't how Jon had imagined his first kiss. Her lips were weird and thick against his, her breath was rather unpleasant, and her changed mouth was a little too wide, making the whole affair a lot more wet and slobbery than he'd have thought. But her tongue against his was like nothing he'd felt. Time stopped, their kisses partitioned only by quick gasps for air. They might have been doing it for minutes or hours when Karyn surprised him a second time.
Her hand was rubbing slowly against his crotch, tented almost painfully against his jeans.
