His mouth finds mine. He kisses me, soft and tender, whispers, "Does this help too?" And kisses me again."I've been dreaming about this for weeks--since we chatted." His lips caress and soothe as much as his hands did. "You've got me in some kind of spell. Am I rushing you?"
"I think--" My eyes drift open. "I want to be rushed."
Then he leaned over, right there in the restuarant parking lot, and kissed me. And it wasn't a friendly kiss either. It was tender and real and utterly romantic.
As I consider writing that all-important first kiss scene in my work in progress, I have to think back to my own first kiss...
I had just turned sweet-sixteen and never been kissed. (Okay, unless you count my childhood boyfriend. We used to sit on the front row during the children's class and kiss, much to the mortification of my mother who was the music leader. But I digress...)
It was early fall and my friends and I spent the evening hanging out with a group of guys we had met "dragging main" (for a complete description of what dragging main, is refer to my website). I had a huge crush on one of the boys we were with and as the night wore on we progressed from sitting on opposite sides of the back of the pick-up truck we were riding in to cuddling in the middle. It was a beautiful night, the wind in our hair, the bugs in our teeth, just chilly enough to make cuddling a neccesity. Still, no lip action.
Finally it was curfew time for both of us. We met back with the group at his high school (our rival high school) and he walked me to my car. He shut my door behind me, I rolled down the window, he leaned in, I started the car, then it happened--quick, exciting, and very sweet! I drove away to my friend's squealing DID HE KISS YOU? HOW WAS IT? Questions I couldn't answer until I was safely out of his earshot and half-way home.
My friend Gina Rosati, who's book AURACLE comes out August 7th, was kind (and brave) enough to share with me her two "first kiss" stories:
FIRST First kiss was when I was in 1st grade. Chrissy Lane came up to me in class and said "I bet I dare to kiss you" to which I replied, "YOU BETTER NOT!" Later that day, I was walking home and I could hear someone running up behind me. Chrissy kissed me fast on the cheek and kept on running with this very triumphant grin on his face. I was stunned. I figured we had to get married now, obviously, because he'd kissed me, but as tragic fate would have it, he moved not long after that and I never saw him again.
SECOND First kiss (which was like, a real kiss!) was in 9th grade. I had been spending my free periods in a friend's Spanish class (in order to stalk the captain of the football team) but another player thought I was there to stalk him, so he asked me to a movie. Hmm ... the captain didn't seem to know I existed, and this other guy was nice, funny, smart, cute ... so much potential. But his concept of a hug was to put his arms around my shoulders and lift me up so my feet were dangling off the ground. I remember that first kiss as wet, sloppy and badly-in-need-of-a-shave-and-a-breath-mint. I don't remember a second kiss with him.
Real or fictional, that first kiss can be wonderful or a disaster, but always memorable. Are you brave enough to share your first kiss story?