320 grados.

she was 28, married and with a two year old daughter. she was three inches taller than i was, thin, and a had this smooth darker complextion than mine. her lips were full and a mole sat on her upper lip generously. she always, jokingly, called me the love of her life and sat on my lap as if no one was watching that she was shamlessly flirting with a girl with too much baggage. you never know the trouble you can get in in such situations; not that i have ever cared about consequences. my life is a series of bad situations with shitty consequences and i stand tall at the top of the pyramid. she mentioned to me once that letting me go down on her isn't considered cheating according to her. i agreed in the chance that one day she might let me run my hands up her long and tan legs. the night we kissed, we went out for pizza by the beach. a nice, small place right on the boardwalk. the moon shone bright and waves crashed with eachother, making my favorite sound in the world. the smell of the sand and salty water making the night perfect. a candle was lit in between us. we drank beer and talked about work, her love life, my love life, and she was vocal about how much she loves to have dinner with me. we finished our dinner, walked along the boardwalk, and headed to her car. walked with her arm wrapped around mine. she suggested we go to a bar and we drank more beer there. she was a little buzzed, i was a little drunk. we talked for a few more hours and headed out. she drove me home; it was 2:47am. we arrived to my house, i kiss her cheek and thank her for the wonderful little time, and i open the door. she continues to say something i can't quite remember and she says to me "let's see, close the door." and i do. she puckers up for me to kiss her on the lips and i give her a peck. she puckers up for me to kiss her again and i do. she then leans in and i tell her "if you're gonna kiss me, kiss me right" and she leans in closer and kisses me. her lips feel as nice and soft as i imagined and she bites my lower lip gently, almost like i am fragile. she tells me she's never kissed a girl before, i get out of her car, and she drives away. why does it feel so good to do bad?