Scott kissed Beth full on the mouth and held it there. She responded and her kiss turned into a nibble and light tug on his lower lip. He stretched his arms around her generous hips, kneading handfuls of the softness on her backside. They held each other closely, and where they touched one another it was warm and promise filled. There was a tug from the collective rubbing of denim on denim in their pelvic regions. Scott thought of that as good friction.
It was the first thing they always did after he pulled into the gravel driveway and she opened the porch door.
