Page 3 of Just A Kiss

“You boys.” She laughs. “My life would be so empty without you.”

Tucker steps back, allowing Mom to vacate her spot. She looks both of us up and down, tears rolling down her cheeks as she does. “I just can’t get over how grown the two of you are,” she says, patting us both on the chest.

“Believe it, Momma Crawford. Before you know it, we’ll be grown men with families of our own,” Tucker says.

“Speak for yourself, dude. I don’t plan on settling down anytime soon.”

“I’m not saying tomorrow, but in the next five to ten years, I’ll bet you money that at least one of us has a wife and or kids.”

“I’ll leave that domestic shit to you.”

“Language!” Mom chides.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“I’m going to leave you boys to finish getting ready. Just remember tonight is all about having fun, but nottoomuch fun. We don’t need any babies coming as a result of the fun tonight.”

We both watch Mom leave the room, a little slack-jawed at her comment.

“Did she just say what I think she said?” Tucker asks, pointing to the doorway she just exited from.

“Yep, so at this point, I won’t be shocked if she hands us condoms before we leave for the night.”

“Dude.” He smacks my chest. “I can’t go there. I just can’t think of sex and your mom in the same thought. If she hands us condoms, all I’ll be able to think of when ripping it open is her saying not to make a baby tonight.”

“Same,” I agree.

Thankfully, we’re pulled from this awkward as fuck conversation by voices downstairs. We both grab our suit jackets and head downstairs, joining the rest of our friends who have shown up. I about swallow my tongue when I see Allison in her hot as hell dress. The slit up her left thigh has my dick twitching in my slacks. The way the top shows off the pillowy tops of her breasts has me wanting to lay my head on them and never leave. What I wouldn’t do to just tug that fabric down and suck on her nipples. I wonder if I could get her off just from nipple stimulation? I shake my head, needing to clear my thoughts from sex and a naked Allison before I’m pitching a tent in my pants and everyone knows where my thoughts are at right now.

“Hi,” she shyly greets, coming to stand right in front of me.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, reaching out and running a finger down her cheek, onto her neck, then across her collar bone. I stop myself from running it down over her breasts – one, because we have an audience, and two, because she isn’t mine. We aren’t dating, have never kissed, or even talked about anything like that. I just took a shot by asking her last week and was shocked when she agreed so quickly.

“Thanks,” she says, blushing as her eyes drop down my body. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“I try.”

“Let's get all of you lined up for some pictures before the limo arrives,” Mom calls out.

We all follow her outside, lining up as she instructs, taking hundreds of pictures for everyone’s parents. Our yard is a hopping place for the next half hour, but we all have a good time joking as we do as told.

Once we’re all in the limo, I clear my throat, getting everyone’s attention on our way to dinner. “I’d like to make a toast, of sorts,” I say, holding up one of the small water bottles the limo company places in the back for guests. “To a night of fun, let's end this year on a high note. Stay safe, everyone.”

“Hell yes!” a few of the guys call out.

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As the openingchords ofJust the Way You Areby Bruno Mars starts over the PA system, I tug Allison out onto the dance floor. I’ve been itching to get my hands on her body all night. We’ve held hands, and she was pressed to my side in the limo, but I want to keep her in my arms. Feel her body pressed against mine.

“Having fun?” I ask once we’ve found a spot to start swaying together. She’s wrapped her arms up and around my neck while mine are firmly on the small of her back. There’s only an ounce or so of space between our bodies, something I hope to close as the night goes on.

“Of course, and you?” she asks.

“The best,” I tell her honestly. “Only one thing that would make it better,” I find myself saying.

“What’s that?” she asks before biting her bottom lip slightly.

“If I was kissing you right now.”

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