The brandy burned as it slid down her my throat. It tasted like rotten cough syrup to me and I had to fight to keep it down. Next to me my best friend Brooke, took another hefty swig, her face contorted from the taste.
She looked over at me and stuck her tongue out. “What do ya want to do now?” she asked with a slight slur to her words. We had been hanging out in her room since after school. It was now about 6pm and we were hammered. This was the first time that I had ever drank and I was bot excited about it and scared to death that we would get caught.
“Let's just hang out here,” I said and lay back on the bed. She lay back next to me and we rolled onto our sides facing each other. We had been best friends for 2 years now and knew everything about each other. She reached for my hand and held it loosely in hers.
“You know what we should do?” she asked smiling. I shook my head as I looked into her wide brown eyes. “I should teach you to to kiss so you'll be ready for Jamie.”
“It's hopeless, he doesn't want to kiss me,” I groaned.
“Fine how do I kiss him, with my mouth open or shut?” I asked making a kissy face at her. She leaned into me and placed a kiss full on my mouth.
“Start out with that to get his attention,” she whispered her face less than an inch from mine. I felt suddenly confused, my nipples had hardened at her kiss and I felt warmth fill my groin. Looking at Brooke I saw that her face was flushed and her nipples jutted against the white tank top that she was wearing.
“Then what do I do?” I asked innocently. She met my lips again, this time with more urgency. Her full lips danced over mine and I felt her tongue dart into my mouth and out again. Her left hand was on the side of my face and she deepened the kiss, kneading my lips passionately with her own. Her tongue was now sliding in and out of my mouth swirling around mine.
I began to kiss her back and ran my hand through her short blonde hair. She pulled back from me then and looked into my eyes. Hers were slightly glazed with undisguised lust. “If you kiss him like you just kissed me then he will definitely ask you to prom,” she promised softly.
“But what if he wants more? What if he won't stop at just kissing? I don't even understand all of that.”
“Well, are you ready to do it? Are you ready to go all the way?” she asked.
I shook my head no, scared at even the thought of having sex. “My step mom said that it would hurt real bad.” I explained.
“How would you show me dummy, you don't have a thingy?” I giggled back at her.
“Yes I do, I stole it from my Mom after her Bachelorette party.”
“You mean like a vibrator?” I whispered.
