Nothing Like the First Time… : A Short Story

The first time we kissed was…

experimental.

But not in a bad way. No, I had just been wondering, for a longer time than I’d like to admit, what it felt like to be immersed in him. To be entangled in his embrace; simply caught up in that kind of moment with him. I didn’t know how or when or if it could happen, but I thought about it often. Especially those days, since his reappearing act when he jumped back on to the canvas of my life. I genuinely didn’t think he could ever be remotely interested in me. We were always cool… but that was really all I knew the nature of us to be. So when he showed up again, I didn’t know what would become. That alone made me intrigued in the opportunity for adventures. Although the happening was unanticipated, I had always been curious.

What would we be like?

I could tell by the way he leaned over me… he was just as curious as I. But he was sure of himself. He leaned in far enough to show kissing me is what he wanted to do, but stopped far enough away for me to make the decision if it was what was what I was willing to commit to. I tilted my head back, reaching up far enough ’til I could feel his lips brushed up against mine and then… it was on. He was better than what I could have imagined and then some. Tender and generous, he softly and affectionately exchanged firm kisses with me. I felt like I melted away with him for time and space seemed to disappear and it didn’t matter that anyone else was near. It was just about us. Long and then short, short and then long — an even rhythm of each other we got on. then they grew shorter, as we drew to the end of that moment. My heart was racing and pounding. I felt the need to hold on to his lips a little longer for I was determined to be the finisher of what he started. So I smiled into him. Firmly kissing back and pulled him in, grasping the flesh of his bottom lip between mine, I held him there; slowly falling back until I was ready to let go. When I did, I raised my eyes to him to see a smirk run across his face.I guess we surprised each other.It was in that moment, I felt my smile on the inside. And that moment showed us, that night, we were glad to share that space with each other…

In time, more kisses were to ensue between us…and sparks would fly, but the first one…

The first time I felt his lips against mine… I felt adored; and pleased he’d been more than what I imagined…

our very first time…

was perfect.


Originally published at www.laurenrascoe.com.

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