Jon leaned down, kissing Karyn.
Suddenly, she pushed him away, looking completely shocked, staring around frantically to see if anyone had seen them.
"How dare you kiss me without asking," she hissed, so only he could hear. "I thought we were friends and your puttings moves on me? In public? What if some police had seen us. We could've gotten arrested."
She began to look very angry. "I can't believe you did that without asking me! I thought you were my friend and you're feeling me up in broad daylight!!"
She began backing away, heading up the road towards school, as Jon looked on in confusion. "You stay away from me. I have to decide if I can forgive you for that," she said with a quaver in her voice. "You hear me, just stay away Jon," she said as she took off down the road.
Jon stood there for a moment, and then suddenly cursed as it came to him: if fucking was like kissing and shaking hands, that meant kissing was like fucking! As far as this new world was concerned, what he had just done was equivalent to reaching into her pussy in broad daylight, without permission. If he'd gone to French kissing, it might have officially been rape!
Only a short time and he had already fucked things up. He reached for the stone, determined to do something to fix this...
