I'm shocked at the sudden movement. Vaughn's lips brush against mine. They feel so soft and delicate, and his mouth smells like fresh mint gum.
He starts to move his lips, but I'm still starstruck that I don't even know what I'm going to do. It tells how inexperienced I am.
"Open your mouth," he whispers against my lips.
What? My mind is still in cloud nine that I can't comprehend anything he says. Is this the kind of 'teaching' that he meant before?
Naughty, naughty Vaughn.
But I comply anyway.
I give him access, and the next thing I know is that he shoves his tongue into my mouth. His tongue teases mine and explores the new territory, so slowly that it makes me almost moan. Almost.
Pull yourself together, Melanie. You don't want to embarrass yourself.
But he continues kissing me, and everything feels so good and sweet in my mouth. I don't think that I'll be able to hold my moan for a long time. I like it.
Fuck. I like my first kiss.
I close my eyes and kiss him back, trying to mirror what he's doing although I'm basically a clueless newbie here. I can feel him smiling between our kisses.
He then pulls away, and I look at him. His eyes glint with amusement but not as much as the desire he's been showing to me for the last couple of minutes. He positions himself on the couch and pats his own thigh, telling me to sit on his lap.
"Come here," he whispers.
And so I do as he told, like a good girl.
Well, that sounds a bit wrong. I'm starting to doubt that good girl side of me.
I sit on his lap while he put his hands on my back and nape. He pulls me into another kiss, and I grab the front of his t-shirt for support.
This is the time when I need him to continue with his 'teaching'. Heat crawls to my face as I realize that little naughty thought. I'm blushing.
But instead of telling me what to do, and without stopping our kiss, he grabs my arm and circles it around his neck. Then he does the same thing to my other arm.
I find myself being pulled into the kiss even more in this new intimate position. His kiss is tantalising and becomes more passionate and bold as we go on. It sends all kinds of sparks through my body like fireworks. I feel a new sensation coming down there from the sensitive area between my thighs. I can't believe that I'm getting so sexually aroused just by a kiss.
"Vaughn..." his name escapes my mouth, barely a whisper. I no longer can hold my moans.
Again, I feel him smiling in his kiss. Oh, God, why is he teasing me so much?
"Here," he whispers playfully against my lips.
For God's sake. I didn't call him just now for attendance. I'm begging him.
My body is betraying my righteous mind right now. I'm kissing my brother's best friend and love it. I guess that he does too, because he has no tendency to pull away from the kiss anytime soon.
The next morning, I wake up with my eyes snapped open. The sudden realization strikes me like thunder in the middle of bright daylight. This was ignored last night when I was too lost in my new little naughty experience and too sweet of a dream I had in my sleep afterwards.
I kissed Vaughn Cooper.
Not entirely my fault, because he kissed me first.
But how could I kiss my brother's best friend?
Oh, God. If Jake knows, he will be...
I can't even think of his reaction if he finds out about that incident. Maybe jaw-dropping would be an understatement.
Things will surely get complicated.
For a girl who just had her first kiss, I must admit that I can't ask for a better one because I loved every bit of it.
At first, his kiss was soft and slow, and then it turned into something way more intense. In the end, he kissed me as if I was the air he needed to breathe.
In fact, it makes me wonder whether it could have escalated to be more than a kiss if Vaughn hadn't decided to go back to his apartment.
I never felt so wanted until Vaughn Cooper kissed me.
Yeah, right. That's just a proof that he's such a good kisser.
Not a surprise. Typically the kind of best buddy my brother hangs out with.
I sigh in desperation. I shouldn't invest my feelings too deep in these kinds of thoughts just because of a kiss. Maybe it means nothing to him. For him, it's just a tease. While I've never been kissed before, I'm sure that Vaughn has kissed many girls. He might have thought that it's a casual thing. Hell. Is he even aware of the situation he has put ourselves into?
Then something echoes at the back of my mind. I remember Jake's words when he once talked to Vaughn.
"And you still leave me here alone with all these chicks out here, man."
Vaughn doesn't go around hooking up with girls, unlike Jake.
But still, somehow my intuition tells me that Vaughn is unavailable.
It's true that he seems to have no interest in girls, although many of them threw a glance at him every time I was with him in public.
He always acted indifferent toward them. Except for one time. That one time when we ate sushi together and there were a bunch of girls from the dance club staring at us. He looked affected although it wasn't in a good way. He seemed irritated. The change of expression on his face was too significant to be ignored.
Crap. I can't believe myself. How lame I am, suddenly overthinking about stuff. Is this what every girl feels when they have a huge crush on someone?
OK. Now I just admit that I have a crush on Vaughn. No fucking way.
Welcome to the club. I'm experiencing the first denial ever in the history of my love life.
I grab my phone lying on the nightstand and open my Instagram. I scoff in disbelief. I'm actually doing this. It's called stalking. God, help me.
Many girls out there have warned the rest of the population not to try this at home. It may lead to excessive insecurities, short of breath, losing insanity and so on. But many also admit that they have successfully found the hidden truth that they wished they could have caught sooner.
I decide to go easy on myself because I've just been kissed by the most popular guy in college, who is none other than my brother's best friend. If I can't get the information from either Jake or Vaughn himself, the social media will definitely have something to offer me.
It isn't that hard to find the official Instagram of my university dance club. I go through the pictures and videos, and just like the first time I saw the club, I'm in awe. They are talented people. Their people, activities, and performances are documented beautifully on their profile.
I stop scrolling when I find a picture of a gorgeous brunette with blue eyes dancing. The picture speaks a lot of things. Sensuality, vulnerability, confidence. How can there be so much beauty in one frame? She must be a real pro to be able to project that in front of people.
I remember her. It's impossible to forget such a bombshell.
"She's Camila, one of our best dancers," the sophomore once told me.
My finger automatically taps the picture, and it shows the link to her profile. Without much thinking, I click it. I would have done so even if it hadn't been about Vaughn. She's just impossible to resist, be it in the eyes of men or women. She's like the definition of Aphrodite.
Once I get to her profile, I scroll down her page. Further down...down.. and down, I keep scrolling.
Until what I find makes my eyes widen in shock.