"Sometimes you want to go straight for the lips," instructed Lila, "but other times you want to build up to it with a gentle peck on the cheek." As she said this, she pointed to her left ass cheek, which she was presenting to Mike. He sat behind her on her bed as she lay on all fours, her head down and her big butt in the air next to his face. Mike couldn't help but notice how round her eyes looked from that angle. "Hey! Stay focused on the girl!" Mike responded by slowly shifting his gaze back to Lila's ass.
"Here's the other thing," Lila continued, "you're not going to be told when you should kiss her, you kinda just have to go for it." Mike understood that that was his signal to kiss her left ass cheek. He thought about breaking with this absurd lesson, telling Lila to fuck off and leaving, but somehow, he knew that it was pointless and that his fate was already sealed. His first make out ever was going to be with Lila's ass.
Mike reflected about how he got himself into this situation. Cast as a gay man in Angels in America, tomorrow Mike would be rehearsing a passionate love scene with another man. Being his close friend, Mike told Lila he was very disappointed that his first kiss was going to be, not only with another man, but also someone of no particular significance to him. He always imagined his first kiss with someone special. Lila agreed with him that a first kiss was a very important life event.
In a tone of slight desperation, Mike asked "I know we are just friends, but I consider you to be special so do you think we could maybe kiss once or something? just so my first kiss isn't with some random dude." Of course, Mike didn't just ask Lila because he was her friend. She was very a beautiful half Arab half Irish girl, with dark black hair and bright green eyes, pale skin, and a nice round body, hard not to notice when walking by her. Though Mike was more of a tit man himself, she had a particularly nice ass that Mike occasionally dreamed of touching.
Lila considered the offer, intrigued by the unusual level of directness Mike was exhibiting: "I don't know Mike, I don't want you to start thinking of us as anything more than friends." Mike retorted, "I won't! Please?". After some thought, Lila said, "Fine, but you have to rub my feet whenever I ask for the next 3 months." Mike had to think about this. He genuinely hated feet and Lila was constantly asking him for foot rubs which he almost always denied. The last time he agreed to give her one, she talked about all the men they knew in common that she wanted to fuck, which made Mike feel both jealous and humiliated. The time before that, he lost a bet, and she made him rub her feet after a run while teasing him by calling him a "loser", shoving her feet in his face, and asking "how's the smell from down there?". So in general, Mike never agrees to rub her feet stating that he hates feet, which is true, and that Lila "gets a weird power trip" whenever he rubs her feet, which also seemed to be true.
"Fine" he said.
"Actually, make it for the next year."
"Fine." He really wanted to kiss her.
The day he arrived at her house, earlier today, he noticed his heart beating and wondered if it always beat so fast and whether he just never noticed. He entered her room, fidgeting with his arms. Lila was sitting on her chair in socks, a pair of yoga pants and a gym shirt. After some meandering small talk, Lila said, "Why don't you rub my feet while we figure out how we are going to do this?" Though the thought that his first kiss was going to begin with a foot rub slightly annoyed him, Mike got down on his knees in front of Lila and began rubbing her socked feet.
He looked up at her, perhaps hoping to find some appreciation. Instead, he found her on her phone texting. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. Lila continued looking at her phone. After a notable pause, Lila yanked her foot out of Mike's hands, put her feet next to his face and said, "Take them off," all without ever taking her eyes off her phone. Eager to get the foot rub out of the way, Mike started peeling her socks off. He was struck by how difficult it was; the dried sweat from Lila's feet made the fabric of her socks cling uncomfortably to her skin. The more of her bare foot Mike uncovered, the more he noticed the smell of unwashed feet. The odor powerfully emanated from her foot, and he considered complaining, but knew that she would only laugh at him for it. He was a bit disappointed that she hadn't even showered for their make out session. He quickly removed the other sock, went back to massaging and impatiently asked:
"What is there to figure out?"
"Well, for one, we have to figure out where you are going to kiss me."
"What do you mean? I'm kissing your lips?"
"No, I told you I was uncomfortable with that, because I don't think of you as a
