So there I stood, accepting my first kiss with a deadpan “ohhhhhh shiiittt….”
She giggled softly and I opened my eyes; she was inches away.
Then it flashed through my thick head–“Do it, dummy!” So I kissed her.
My arm arched to her back, pulling her close. Then tyears of pain and abuse collapsed and I gave her the most grateful kiss in the history of mankind. In my way, I told her how wonderful it felt to be loved by a pretty girl after years of being ‘useless’. I began deep and hard, then loosening and becoming gentle.
In a flash of inspiration, I end with our lips just barely touching, occasional slow kisses. She made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Well, that was good feedback…
Foreheads touching, we stare into each others’ eyes. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Where did you learn to kiss like THAT??!”
I shrug, “I just did it from the heart. You’re my first.”
We hold hands, fingers folded. She guides me to the vestibule that led to the alley. An old sofa/loveseat from a theater production was inside. We sat, looking deeply into each other’s soul. Then we start again.
Fade to black…………..