When I opened my eyes, Keith was still there, leaning close, his mouth next to my ear. I turned my head, first looking into his eyes and then down at his lips, and with the slightest tilt of my chin we kissed. It was an incredible first kiss. Perfect. Just the right amount of wetness, suction, and pressure—lips open slightly, just the slightest grazing of tongues. He was delicious. He kissed me again, this time coming off his barstool and running his hand down my back. Pulling me closer, he parted his lips, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. .....