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Okay, so I ran into a problem while writing this. I realized that, duh, Tommy was okay with the whole dating Jude thing! Why would he stand her up if he didn't have to leave? Er, good question. I don't know! So basically I made up some crappy excuse. Seriously, you can say how much it sucks, too. I just needed something, you know? It's not a huge part of the story, anyway. Basically...yeah. Okay. Just read. :)

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Yeap, so anyway, did I mention that I had a really awesome lunch today? Whoever invented BLT's should be given a gold medal. And a cookie. A fortune cookie. With a good fortune in it about how they're gonna win the lottery, buy a yacht, and never have to work again. Not some stupid little remark like, "You are a good person. Good for you. Lucky numbers: 5 2 7! How to say 'cats lick dogs' in Chinese:"… well, you get the picture.

Alright alright ALRIGHT, fine, I think I've stalled long enough. I'm sorry, it's just… I said my mind wasn't forming coherent thoughts!

Sigh. This is going to be a long night.

So anyway, about that kiss…

What about it? Nah, seriously, it wasn't a big deal. And I'm totally not lying to myself right now, either. Nope, course not!

Okay, so it was a big deal. What do they call those people who lie all the time? Oh yeah, compulsive liars. Like that chick in "Girl, Interrupted." Hmm… I know some guys go for that whole "crazy psycho chick RAWR!" look, but I'm not too keen on it. Especially with all the stringy hair and those really, really bad bags under those chicks' eyes… even if they were make-up. And even then, I'm not so sure if it was make-up.

Have you noticed that I'm a compulsive staller, too? Woot, procrastination!

Okayokayokay. OKAY.

So back to the kiss.

Things got amazing after the beginning. And I thought the beginning was good? Yeah, well, you're late for your reality check, Mr. Quincy! Jude turned into an even sexier, yet adorable, yet hot, yet so… mmm… it was kind of scary. I'm not used to being dominated, but I can't quite say that I didn't enjoy it… because it makes being in control afterwards so much more rewarding. And pleasurable. And… licks lips. Woo.

So… let's take a little trip down memory (okay, so if it was only about a half-hour ago, it is a memory, right? Jude not like, a distant one…) lane. Jude was pulling all the stops. Her tongue sought entrance about two milliseconds after locking lips with me. After I opened my mouth for her, she pretty much just got right on down to business. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. But not in a disgusting, I'm-trying-to-swallow-you-whole way. You know, the type of kisses inexperienced guys in 8th grade give? Yeah. Those. And it wasn't disgustingly gross, either. It was hot. Like, whoa, Nelly! hot. By the way, have I mentioned that I think it's sad that such a great singer/songwriter turned all… hip hoppy, "Promiscuous,"… and shutff?

It goes right on my list on "Why I Fear For The Music Industry Today." For the record, Jude ain't on it.

So after that it pretty much escaladed… a lot. We were at my place (oh, how convenient!) because she had gotten all huffy puffy after the whole date fiasco and marched over to my place.

So after her tongue came her teeth. My God, her teeth! They just nibbled away on my lips… and occasionally at my tongue. I couldn't move, except to touch or kiss her. I felt numb, or like I'd just gotten shot with a bear tranquilizer. It was pretty amazing. My hands gripped her hips harder, sliding up her sides, over her arms, until I was cupping her neck, my thumbs positioned at her chin. Meanwhile, her hands moved lower, down my back, and did I mention her nails joined the trip? I shuddered, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I love that feeling. "And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it… well can you feel it!" Yeap, I feel it, Alanis. Still. My back still feels like it's burning where her nails once trailed. Actually, my whole body is still on fire. But back to the good stuff.

Then, Jude pulled away briefly, smiling at me then as she looked at my confused face. She lightly licked my thumbs, moving slightly so that she could gently suck on them, one at a time. While doing so, she kept eye contact with me, teasing me. She smiled at me, then reached over towards me, flinging my shirt off. Jude attacked my neck, nuzzling her head into it, breathing heavily and sending chills down my spine. She formed a little routine on her journey downward – kiss softly, lick tantalizingly, nibble lightly, move on. So, so sexy. I was basically so full of lust at that time that I practically exploded. I grabbed her again and back her up against the wall, crashing my lips down onto hers this time. Did I mention I love being the powerful, dominant one? I doubt you would have guessed. End sarcasm here.

So I figured, why do I have my shirt off, and Jude still has hers on? So I quickly ripped it over her head, taking in the sight of her in her bra. My breath hitched. I'd never even seen her in a bathing suit before, so I was pretty much getting my first taste.

Then suddenly, the little warning bell popped into my head.

Okay, okay. So I know I'm supposed to be over the whole age thing. But the truth is, I'm not. I'm not I'm not I'm not! And I hate myself for it, because I was so close before, and now I feel like I'm at the beginning. Seriously, all it takes is some stupid little sign to make me start to worry about it again. It's all Jamie's fault. He started yapping about this stupid winter dance at their school, and how Jude actually wanted to go, but he wasn't sure, because!... yadda yadda blah blah, and it made me realize, once again… she's still in high school. And she has more to learn about life and love, and not from me. She needs to learn about relationships from someone her own age. She needs to experience more dating. She needs to grow.

And it's not because I'm scared to be in a relationship with her.

And yes, I know I'll probably hate every guy, but it's to be expected when I lo-like. LIKE. The girl. A lot. Ahem.

I told you I wasn't lying to myself! Stop looking at me like that.

So in a matter of seconds, I pushed Jude away from me, practically panting. I looked her in the eyes, and she knew it was coming. Immediately, I saw her temper flare.

"Girl… we can't do this. We just can't. Not now."

Gosh, what is it with me and these little cliffhangers? Mainly I do it because I have NO idea what I want to happen. Hm... I must ponder like Pooh now. Think, think, think... (taps head with pointer finger). ;)

-Kerilyn ;)