Her hands had locked on his head, her knees were drawn up so that her feet were now flat on each side of him, her thighs offering him a soft, warm valley. Her body shook with a slight tremor as the tips of their tongues touched for the first time and then began their dance of discovery. She was suddenly aware that the sounds had stopped, that a few quiet words were being exchanged, that two bodies in the other room were shifting on the couch, rising, moving…and then the unmistakable sound of the couch being pulled out into its other configuration – a bed. A pause as her breathing returned and then another inch, another gasp. The guy she’d crushed for six or seven years, the guy who hardly saw her when she was with his sister, the guy who treated her like another sister…was kissing her, something she’d wanted for years. Sam remained behind, sighed, thought of how well she had prepared – she hoped – Andy for this and, hearing him and Julie entering the room downstairs, pulled herself from her chair, went to the kitchen, and refilled her wine glass.
