The Moment of Truth About the Bad Kisser.
Short answer: A good kisser caresses you. A bad kisser doesn’t. He was my ex-boyfriend’s best friend. I was 15 and drunk. He was a freshman in college. We were in my bedroom while the rest of the party was rocking downstairs. He played with my necklace, moving the clasp to the back of my neck, giving me some line about making a wish. He was trying really hard to look deep in my eyes and when I met and held his gaze, he leaned in to kiss me. My heart was racing. I really didn’t like him that way, but this was a boy in college . He was nearly a man. And he wanted to kiss me. I think my lips shifted into a slight smile as my eyes closed and I leaned forward, a hand moving to his chest for support, ready for his kiss. Our lips met. His arms slipped around my waist (go for the neck guys, not the waist, it’s way hotter in mho) and I stepped closer. He kissed me with a closed mouth, then tilted his head the other way. Again, closed mouthed. I followed suit, but the third ...