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He's asked before. Once it was a trip to Ohio for a few days and I wanted to go badly, but had an appointment I couldn't break. He had a job to do in Illinois. He asked if I could come and said he'd put me to work. Faced with a lonely night and the boyfriend blowing me off two days in a row, I said fuck it and had him come pick me up.
When we got to Illinois he had me break up old moldy tiles. Both of us were covered with tile glue. I fetched things he needed from his tool bag, I broke up the old tiles, but mostly I sat on a hard plastic step stool and talked to him while he worked.
He's still the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen, especially so when he gets all dirty and sweaty for work. We went to the movies last weekend. He came straight from work and looked like dirty sex in his paint-covered jeans.
On the ride back we were quieter. He turned on the radio and sang along all the way home. When we got about twenty minutes from home he said we could go get some breakfast. I wasn't tired yet so I said yes. By the time we got to places with food, we realized we weren't hungry, so we kept on driving.
As we pulled up to the house and saw that nobody was awake yet, he asked if I had any beer left. We sat in the dark garage, chain-smoking and drinking beers on empty stomachs at six in the morning. I'd forgotten what a lightweight I am when I haven't eaten and got very drunk on one beer.
He asked what I was thinking and I made up something completely banal. I finished my beer and my head started to spin. I stood up. "I love you to pieces, but you have to leave now or I might do something I'll regret later." "Like what?" "I think you know."
I want that... That beautiful breath-taking kiss. I want him to stare into my eyes as he's talking to me, and take a couple steps closer. I want him to get so close his lips almost brush mine. I want to feel his breath, hot against my lips. He continues to talk to me, softly, while he brushes my hair behind my ear. His hand then travels from behind my ear down to my chin. Where he lifts it ever so gently and kisses me.
Why is it that I want so badly to kiss him? We're just friends, right? I've been trying to figure out how I feel about him for a while now, and I still don't know. It's just that whenever I'm with him (which has been pretty frequent recently) I can see us kissing, very vividly.
I know nothing is ever going to happen with him and I, and I don't want it to. I don't think. We're just really good friends. Plus he's completely infatuated with this girl, and she likes him too, and I'm really close to both of them I couldn't do that.
as you leaned down to kiss the back of my neck i felt the rest of my life flash through my mind and realized there was nothing else i ever wanted to feel but your lips pressed against me sucking gently that vague impression between straw and kiss sucking out a moment of my life, sucking out a section of my soul, sucking out a vial of my blood, drawn to the surface like dead bodies.
no more of this, i thought; no more of this extended leaving. no more acting like nothing's wrong, that this isn't ending tomorrow, that this one holy reality we've built for ourselves isn't about to shatter back into our respective pieces.
door closed behind me, head propped on wall as i laid across my bed with my legs sticking off the side. i threw my arm over my face to block out what little light was left, what few sounds i could hear from the other room.
her hands found my knees, then slowly slid up my legs to my hips, where she leaned for a moment. i didn't move my arm, i didn't look at her, i didn't do anything. i could feel her smile after waiting a moment, then sliding further on up, tracing across my stomach and torso, to where they met my exposed neck with a tender kiss.
i could feel her smile again, lips brushing skin, but it was accompanied by the breeze of a sigh. she squeezed a little tighter, the motion suggesting i stop talking. but she wasn't answering, and this was important.
But the fucking sounds...
I wish she wouldn't tell me about her exploits across the room when I wake up. I don't want to know that you were fingered to the sound of my sleeping. I don't want to know that you were listening to me as you got off, trying to gauge my level of consciousness.
I am 22 and I havn't gotten my first kiss yet. I feel as if this should entitle me to virgin superpowers of some sort, but as of yet none have yet to appear. Then again I haven't run into any zombies or unholy creatures as of yet, maybe it only works on them. Or alternately I havn't seriously attempted to summon unicrons. Maybe I should try.
I loved that kiss that we had, passionate and needing as it was. Words could have never expressed the sentiment we both seemed to share. The fire was dim and our other companions were asleep so who would know the difference? Certainly no one who would notice or care. I needed him.... He and I were right about to go to sleep but I listened to that stupid little voice that told me to jump and I laid my head upon his chest. And he just looked down at me and said, "Okay...." One thing led to another and suddenly we're wrapped in each others arms, each kiss different from the last. You'll never hear a complaint from me.... but that was an amazing night.
I had been kissed before, but never like this. It was in the parking lot of my old high school during a volley ball game... my sister's game. He'd come with me to keep me company for a while but had to go back to his house. So I walked him out to his car and then next thing I know I was shoved up against the door and his arms were around me and mine around him and the most intriguing feeling swept over me. And then it happened, the most awkward lovely kiss that I had had to that point. It was a new experience.
That was almost three years ago... needless to say I've had many different experiences since them, some more casual than others, some more violently passionate, and some that were soft and sweet, and then my personal favorite, the sleepy tired just before you go to sleep next to this person that you've come to love so dearly.
Have you ever noticed that there are certain kisses that every girl wants. Or at least I do. There are two that always come to mind. One is a kiss in the rain. When you and your boy get caught in a downpour. There is just something about it that leaves me with a really nice feeling. I like the idea of it, and I want it to actually happen. It just seems really romantic to me.
The next kiss is a bit more agressive. This is a type of kiss when you and your boy are arguing or really mad at each other and he pushes you against a wall, or something of the like and kisses you. Not hard, but just enough to make you even angier so that you two are kissing each other rather roughly. This is more of a hott kiss, not a romantic one.