Pleasant memories

We lay on the bed flipping through that glossy spread about first times, the way skin remembers everything before the mind catches up. My girlfriend’s thigh pressed mine. Heat passed between us. The article faded. I rolled onto her and we were kissing like it was still that night we barely knew what we were doing. Blonde hair fanned across the pillow. Her red curls tangled with it when I shifted lower. She opened for me without a word. I tasted salt and sweet on the first slow drag of my tongue. She lifted her hips and I took more, sucking softly until her hand found my hair. She pulled me up. We traded places. Her mouth covered me, warm and careful, then hungry. Neither of us stopped to plan. We kept trading until legs shook and breath broke and the sheets were damp where we finally came against each other’s lips.