Kisses Really Are Like ChocolateHe sat with his back against the wall, and his legs spread open. I sat inbetween his legs, my back against his chest. Every breath he took, was every breath I took.
We simply sat there, breathing, thinking. Not one of us said a word. The silence was too precious to break. What happened was not something I could ever imagined.
This wasn't our first time our lips would get a centimeter from touching. In fact, it would be around our 20th time. But never once I thought our lips would touch, and form something sweet called a kiss.
I stood up, rubbing my back on the wall. My hands nervously tugged at the end of my shirt. He stood up, and trapped me between his body and the wall. I gulped, terrified but excited.
He leaned in. I tried not to gasp for air, my heart beating faster than ever. His eyes was the most expressive thing. I guess that's what caught me off gaurd the most, and got me into a state of shock.
It was not lust. It was not boredom. His eyes told me, that he really did care for me. He was so serious about kissing me, not like it was some type of joke. Not like it was some type of prize to boast with his friends.
I could not think. I could not breathe. I could not move.
His head tilted to a side. It was like someone else possesed my body, and made my head tilt to the other side. I brushed my hair out of my eyes. He leaned forward, searching me for permission. Respecting the fact I usually back out.
I leaned forward too. It was too quick, too brief, too strange. Our lips touch. It was like my lips rubbed against cotton. I pulled back, my eyes wide. I cannot describe my horror. The horror of losing my first kiss, the kiss that I never wanted to lose until marriage.
Despite that, I went for it again. I longed for the gentle touch. I was addicted. Yet again, we could barely hold it for even one second. I jumped away from him and the wall, excaping.
Tears welled up. I was terrified. At the same time, I was a little disappointed. Was this all the big deal? The kiss? But more than that, I was too happy to care.
It's nice when the one you kiss, doesn't mind waiting.
MissAlicee 13-15 3 Responses 0 Jan 23, 2013