A GOOD KISS ALWAYS LEAVES YOU WANTING MORE
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I was fifteen by the time I experienced my first French kiss. Like my first regular kiss, it was hard to forget. By the time it did happen, I'd kissed a few girls, but this one was different. A friend and I landed at her house after school, and this is what I remember.
The old tan window shade was not doing its job. I squinted as the afternoon sun found a way around the side of the area not covered by the curtain. In the background, probably coming from the bedroom, I could hear Tommy James and the Shondells singing I Think We're Alone Now.
Claire returned to the living room from the kitchen and sat next to me on the couch. The comfortable silence was different than the small talk we were having before she left to get something to eat. We remained quiet for a moment, and there was no expectation of filling the drop in the conversation. The smell of the hot dogs on the fresh buns she brought with her suddenly made me feel more relaxed. I was not hungry. All I could think of was that I wanted to kiss her.
The old tan window shade was not doing its job. I squinted as the afternoon sun found a way around the side of the area not covered by the curtain. In the background, probably coming from the bedroom, I could hear Tommy James and the Shondells singing I Think We're Alone Now.
Claire returned to the living room from the kitchen and sat next to me on the couch. The comfortable silence was different than the small talk we were having before she left to get something to eat. We remained quiet for a moment, and there was no expectation of filling the drop in the conversation. The smell of the hot dogs on the fresh buns she brought with her suddenly made me feel more relaxed. I was not hungry. All I could think of was that I wanted to kiss her.
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She laid the cup of tea and tray on a nearby table. After Claire smiled at me, she quickly licked her lips and then looked down. As she reached for the bottle of ketchup, the light from the side table lamp, combined with the sunlight, caused a golden shine on the seemingly soft skin of her arm. The possibility of touch made for a sweet enticement, but still, I wasn't sure what her reaction would be.
"You certain you don't want something to eat?" Claire asked, finally breaking the silence. "No, thanks," I responded. "I'm good for now." "Suit yourself," she said. |
She began by taking small bites of the frank as I started talking about someone at school. Her white teeth showed for a brief moment as she bit into the rolled meat. Claire found me staring at her mouth, but I looked away and kept speaking as if I hadn't been.
Was she doing that on purpose? Was all that chewing a tease of some kind? I realized that, as usual, I was overthinking the situation. This time alone with her was making me feel at home. I decided to stop thinking.
Was she doing that on purpose? Was all that chewing a tease of some kind? I realized that, as usual, I was overthinking the situation. This time alone with her was making me feel at home. I decided to stop thinking.
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Before she finished what was in her mouth, I took the half-eaten roll from her hand and placed it back on its plate. As I did this, she did not say a word, but I could hear her softly swallowing. This one quiet sound showed me that she not only was in acceptance of my obvious moves but wanted to clear her mouth, just in case. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her head tilted in the direction of my lips. I guessed this was her silent way of letting me know that we were of like minds. I kissed her cheek a second time and then turned toward her mouth.
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Before she finished what was in her mouth, I took the half-eaten roll from her hand and placed it back on its plate. As I did this, she did not say a word, but I could hear her softly swallowing. This one quiet sound showed me that she not only was in acceptance of my obvious moves but wanted to clear her mouth, just in case. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her head tilted in the direction of my lips. I guessed this was her silent way of letting me know that we were of like minds. I kissed her cheek a second time and then turned toward her mouth.
We kissed, lightly at first, more like two kids puckering-up, but that changed after Claire felt my fingertips firmly squeezing the back of her neck. As I pressed forward, I gently ran the tip of my tongue along the outer edges of her lips. To my shock, Claire's lips not only parted, but her slippery soldier reached forward to meet mine. This sensation was so different from any kiss I had experienced before. Our tongues had their battle, which neither cared to win. When I placed my hand on her back and then pulled her closer, I finally heard Claire moan. For the first time, I opened my eyes a bit only to see that hers were tightly shut. I closed my eyes and found that I was becoming lost in the sweet nectar that was Clair. In my excitement, I placed my other hand on her rib cage and continued the kiss, which was now becoming increasingly torrid.
We kissed, lightly at first, more like two kids puckering-up, but that changed after Claire felt my fingertips firmly squeezing the back of her neck. As I pressed forward, I gently ran the tip of my tongue along the outer edges of her lips. To my shock, Claire's lips not only parted, but her slippery soldier reached forward to meet mine. This sensation was so different from any kiss I had experienced before. Our tongues had their battle, which neither cared to win. When I placed my hand on her back and then pulled her closer, I finally heard Claire moan. For the first time, I opened my eyes a bit only to see that hers were tightly shut. I closed my eyes and found that I was becoming lost in the sweet nectar that was Clair. In my excitement, I placed my other hand on her rib cage and continued the kiss, which was now becoming increasingly torrid.
Unfortunately, what was about to happen next would have to wait because the key to the front door on the other end of the room was turning. Claire and I sat up in enough time to see her younger sister struggle through the doorway with two bags of groceries. Claire jumped up from the couch to help carry them in, and I stayed put on the sofa. The younger sister peered in my direction and gave me a Why didn't you help look.
I was about to say, "I would have gotten up if I could have, but that would have been impolite." Instead, I decided to keep that particular comment to myself.
I was about to say, "I would have gotten up if I could have, but that would have been impolite." Instead, I decided to keep that particular comment to myself.
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