The Kiss

The taste of alcohol was strong as I sucked at her lips looking for moisture. My mouth was parched and dry. I remembered the bottle of beer between my legs but the thought of leaving her lips was too much. I pulled her head closer. My tongue reached out. Her lips parted. Her saliva quickly cured my thirst. I grew drunk from the mixture of spit and beer. My tongue ring clicked against her teeth. She grabbed onto my shoulder and opened wider. She moaned. Her tongue wrapped around my ring. My tongue tracing the roof of her mouth......