When I finally took her home, she invited me in and, shrugging off my sleepiness, I gladly accepted.When I finally took her home, she invited me in and, shrugging off my sleepiness, I gladly accepted. Her parents were asleep in the other end of the house, but we made our way quietly back to her room just in case. When inside, she closed the door and sat beside me on her bed. I tried to force some more conversation because I started to get a little uncomfortable: I sensed that there was to be a turning point one way or the other. Either we kissed or I went home. The butterflies in my stomach fed on the mounting tension, making my knees a little weak - what a wimp I am!, I thought. The time between her last reply to some ridiculous question I asked and when I finally did muster some confidence seemed like an eternity. As if in slow motion, I leaned over, moving my mouth closer to hers. Until our lips met and she reciprocated, I was frightened and excited by the passionate kiss/shut down suspense that makes these moments so great. We proved that there were other options in such a situation by sharing what would be rightly dubbed a terrible kiss. I was excited merely by the thought of kissing, however, and went for another. We held on to each other and savored a much longer kiss this time, tongues exploring one another. As she slipped her tongue round and around, I felt the bulge in my pants fighting with my jeans in an attempt to get more space. I grew more confident and decided to take our kissing to the next logical step. Pushing her gently to the bed, I continued to kiss her, while moving both hands to her jaw, then down her neck. |