A question caught me by surprise-2

Jennifer stared at me intently, like she was waiting for something. She
reached up, gently running her fingertips over my temple. I started to
lean in. She closed her eyes.

Jennifer and I were thirteen the first time we kissed, just two young
teenagers eager to find out what all the fuss was about. And like
everything else, we did it together. We loved each other, trusted each
other. Every experience we had up until that point that was worth having,
we did together. It made sense, at the time. We were young. We never
considered the possibility that what we were doing was wrong.

Five years later and here we were again. Only this time, I knew damn
well it was wrong. I just couldn’t bring myself to care. Jennifer inhaled
deeply as my lips met hers. She tilted her head, cupping my face with her
hand as she returned the pressure. I could taste her lips, her tongue, her
warmth.

A faint buzzing sounds brings us both crashing back to earth, and I
curse the man who invented cell phones. I couldn’t answer it even if I
wanted to. Both it and I were trapped between my sister’s legs, but it
doesn’t matter. I knew that it was Vicky and I knew that all of this is
impossible and that I’d wake up any second.