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We stood on a high bridge. It was a balmy evening, the full moon having just emerged after a tropical storm. The perfume of night scented jasmine was overwhelming. In the distance, Under The Milky Way played. The notes came and went with the breeze. He wore a white angora sweater. It was so soft as he pulled me to him. His breath smelt faintly of beer. The kiss, amazing. Tender, moist, long awaited...
It was supposed to be in first person not third. Nice try though. I like it.I don't recall the film title but....two teenagers, ahm, boy & girl, arrived at that unique moment for both of a 'first kiss', and it was filmed with exquisite tenderness.
It begins with the eyes, with eye contact, knowing eye contact, of what may be, could be....possible...then the girl lowers her eyes and ever so slightly lifts her chin and wets her lips. The boy swallows, almost audibly gulps and wonders where to place his hands and how close to move to her...he begins to lower his face to hers, closes his eyes, then opens them again with a startled expression as he feels and smells the sweetness of her breath and hair and perfume...he gently rests his hands on her forearms, closes his eyes and lowers his face to hers....
always leave your reader wanting more....
amicus
No problem You did a good job.Sorry. Misread the question. This is my first kiss.
Nice inner dialog, a different spin on it.My pizza was playing twister in my stomach. Sure I liked him, well enough to go out for pizza and a movie and see if I liked him for sure.
But now, as his car, not a cool car at all but I guess any car at our age was pretty cool, as we turned the corner and headed up the hill to my driveway I didnt know what he was going to do.
It is so unfair. Is he gonna try an kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me? Sure he is cute, my friends say he is and that he really likes me, but I dont know. . .OMG what if he doesnt want to kiss me? What if he doesnt like me?
Is my hair OK? I should have worn the white blouse it looks my boobs look bigger. Well if he doesnt want to kiss me thats just fine with me. Im not sure I want to kiss him either.
"HUH?" " OH yeah, here we are." "Thanks, I had a nice time"
What is he waiting for? Where are you going?? Oh, he is going to walk me to the door. That's good right? Like in that movie where they kiss on the front step and fall in love. . .
he's just standing there
wait
he reached for my hand, his feel sweaty, is he shaking?
Oh my gosh here it comes, hes leaning towards me
should I close my eyes?
hmmmmmm
wow, that was kinda nice
his lips are soft
wait, where is he going?
Did I do it right, will he think I am a good kisser?. . . ..
My first kiss, I cant wait to tell my friends.
very nice JBJ, just don't get kicked out of lit for underagedness.We were camping in the woods around Lake Something-Or-Other, about a mile from her house. She and the other girls agreed to meet us at the cemetery, about halfway to the woods, at nine o'clock. The other girls were matched with my friends. Patty and I didnt have a 'steady'. I knew Patty's sister, Terri, and my mom went to school with their mom and my sister knew Patty, but I didnt know Patty. So everybody's making out in the cemetery except me and Patty. One of the girls whispered something to my friend Gary, and Gary took me aside and whispered to me to make-out with Patty. So Patty and I found a vacant spot around the fountain, sat together, and kissed. She was 12 and I was 13. She'd been eating a tangerine and tasted like tangerine, and her bottom lip was small and reminded me of a tangerine wedge, moist and firm and small and tart.
Nice inner dialog, a different spin on it.
very nice JBJ, just don't get kicked out of lit for underagedness.
I remember the moment just before my first kiss more than anything
She's so close, older than me more confident, and I think I know whats going to happen and I know I want it and she's even closer and smells amazing and the heat off her body is intoxicating and I don't even know her name and I know I might get in trouble but she keeps moving closer and I watch as her eyes close just before I hear a whimper I don't know who and then her lips oh god I love her
*swoons*
We were flushed with heat, first from the soccer game and then from the humidity of the communal shower. Everyone washed briskly, scrubbing the price of victory from their skin. My pale flesh turned hot pink with the rough washcloth and curiously masculine tang of the sandlwood scented school soap. I glanced across at her, a lithe streak of flawless ebony flesh, her tight braids piled up on top of her head, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Her feline gaze, assured and predatory even then, slid over me like a caress.
We dried off and dressed unhurriedly. Everyone else racing the next bell, eager to get home. We lingered. With hindsight I can see her contrivance, her intent. She was in the year above me but we both played on the school team. Her body language was intimate... best friends. She stepped close to straighten my collar. She swallowed, her fingers suddenly clumsy.
Later that evening we toasted our triumph with cheap cider in a local park, sat with friends around a small fire. There was no moon and it seemed to me that nothing else existed but her and the firelight. We wandered off on the pretext of gathering wood. I could tell she was pre-occupied. When she turned to me my back hit a tree trunk and I leaned against it, woozy. She was shaking now, unable to speak. I thought something must be terribly wrong and I gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. She moved into my arms and I embraced her without thinking, assuming she needed comfort. Her breath came hot in my ear, her voice almost inaudibly low.
"I like you. I like you so much. I think I love you."
She put her lips to my cheek, expecting me to tell her no. They trailed down to my own, tentatively. She kissed me with passion but I was too stunned to truly enjoy it. She tasted of cider and woodsmoke. The shaking stopped and her body melted against mine, relieved and elated. She pulled away to look at me and her eyes were shining. We kissed again and this time there was equal passion on both sides.
We would never again just be best friends.