Free Kiss List by J. S. Abilene Page A

like I was in a daze. David was amazing with me. He quickly grew more and more comfortable with giving instruction and being in command. His voice lost all signs of shyness and embarrassment and became authoritative. It was even sexier than his aw-shucks act.
    I wanted to show him that I was interested in what he was teaching me so I asked as many questions as I could think of. When I ran out of pointers to ask about, I started asking him to show me some advanced holds. I really wanted him to put his hands on me so I kept pushing him to show me more and more holds. “What are some of the most advanced or embarrassing holds in wrestling?” I asked and then I made him describe them to me. He told me about the cradle and the spladle and the double grapevine. It was easy to picture why the spladle was also called the “banana split” when he told me about it but I couldn’t figure out why the double grapevine was nicknamed the “Saturday Night Ride.” When I asked David what it meant he got really red and wouldn’t say. He described them all in detail to me and showed me how they started out but to my dismay he wouldn’t show me the rest.
    “Okay,” he finally said. “I think you’re ready for our little match.”
    “You’re going down, pretty boy,” I said as we faced off against each other.
    David was quick. Too quick. Before I could even move he had grabbed my legs. He lifted me into the air and set me down on the mat gently. “Give up?” he asked with a smile as he looked down at me.
    Apparently he didn’t know how competitive I was. If he thought I was a damsel in distress, he was greatly mistaken. I let out a war cry and hurled myself at him. He laughed as we rolled across the mat.
    Every time I tried a move he would spin away and counter. I felt like I was fighting a phantom. Then he started moving me around so that each time I tried to pin him I was somehow the one that ended up lying on my back looking up at him. He was toying with me and I knew it. He had a broad smile on his face. I was definitely enjoying it as well but that didn't mean I was willing to lose. After all, being able to make a gorgeous guy take his shirt off whenever I wanted was a pretty amazing power to have.
    The next time I landed on my back I saw my chance. David rested on all fours above me with his legs straddling my knees and his hands on either side of my torso. “Give up?” he asked again with a smirk.
    Instead of answering him I brought my knee up sharply like I was going to strike him in the groin.
    David’s eyes flew open wide in panic. He reacted instinctively by cupping both hands around his crotch. I knew that his mind didn’t bother to consider that he was already wearing a protective cup. It just processed a threat and recalled that the expected target had endured far too much pain for one day.
    The diversion was just what I needed. I jumped up and hooked my left leg around his right ankle. I reached for his other ankle like he had taught me to do.
    David quickly bent down to rest his right arm against the mat to stabilize himself and protect against my attempt to roll him. That’s when his instructions came screaming into my mind. Spladle! The move was perfect for this situation based on what David had told me.
    I didn’t have time to run through it in my head. I had been in many situations like this before in soccer and had learned never to hesitate. I move as quickly as David’s directions flashed through my mind. Step 1: grab his left ankle. I leaned over him and seized his ankle. Step 2: roll him and splay his legs. I threw my body weight to the right and pulled David over top of me. As I did I pulled his left ankle one way and spread his right ankle the other way with my leg. Step 3: lock it in. I put my hands around David’s left thigh and pried his leg even farther in that direction. Then I shifted my other leg so that it was inside David’s right knee and hooked my knee inside his. Then I laid back