Page 91 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
The man knew how to kiss I realized as I let him explore me while I very slowly opened my mouth, but not quite enough for him to get too frisky. It was an innocent kiss, a sweet kiss, and one I thoroughly enjoyed.
Everything was perfect except for the feeling of someone staring at us. Carefully, I opened up my eyes and glanced at Bear. To my horror, Bear was looking at me as he ever so slowly licked his crotch. It was as if he was watching soft porn and pleasuring himself. His eyes bore into my soul, and I couldn’t help but pull away from Greg. I got over things quite easily, but a dog pleasuring himself while watching me make out with his master was something Icouldn’thandle.
“What’s wrong?” Greg asked, confused as to why I pulled away.
Clearing my throat, I chanced a look at Bear and said, “Bear seems to have a staring problem.”
“What?” Greg asked, a little insulted.
“He keeps looking at us and cleaning himself, while we’re kissing. It’s just a little weird.”
“It’s not weird.” Greg laughed as he leaned over and patted Bear on the head. “You’re just curious, aren’t you, buddy?”
In slow motion, I watched Bear’s long tongue with a black dot on the end—gross—fly out of his mouth and start licking Greg’s face, lips and yup, even tongue as Greg laughed from the onslaught of love from his dog.I think I’m going to up chuck.
My eyes turned into microscopes, as I imagined every last germ spreading from Bear’s balls to Greg’s face in the matter of seconds.
After a few moments, Greg pulled away and turned toward me. “He’s just a dog, nothing to worry about.”
With a smile, Greg leaned forward and puckered his lips just as my hand flew up and basically palmed his head like a damn basketball.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Greg asked between my fingers.
I tried to see Greg, tried to see the man I saw earlier, but it was impossible. All I could see was small dog balls hanging off his face, dog feces, and dog pee tainting those lips. Thoughts of how many times Greg made out with his dog before I even got to his apartment tonight ran through my head. Did he make out with Bear right before I arrived? Did I in a roundabout way end up kissing Bear’s junk?
“Ick,” I said, getting up and shaking my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“You have dog balls on your face.”
“What?” Greg asked.
“Dog balls. You have dog balls on your face. Jesus, I kissed a man with a dog-ball face.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“From your dog.” I pointed at Bear who was in proper ball-licking position but looking at both of us with the picture of innocence all over his face. “First of all, your dog licks his junk as if he’s digging through a basin of quicksand and secondly, do you realize the last thing your dog licked was his balls and then he licked your face? Call me a prude, but I don’t want dog balls on my face.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes,” I said, pulling my hand away. “You can’t possibly think I would want to kiss you after that display of affection with your dog.”
“I feel like you’re insulting Bear. I’m not cool with that, Rosie.”
Jesus.
“Well, I’m not cool with your dog practically giving himself oral while he watched us kiss.”
“Wow, talk about a one eighty. You’re a bit of a snob, Rosie.”
“I’m a snob? Because I don’t want dog giblets on my face? Okay, I just thought that was being sanitary.”
“I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“You think?” I said sarcastically, as I grabbed my purse and stomped out of his apartment, more angry than anything.
June 12, 2018
