It was almost midnight – midnight, like her hair, like her eyes.
She turned to me and said, “I should probably get going.” My heart fell.
Then she blushed and added, “But before I go, I was wondering…could I get a little kiss?”
“Of course,” I giggled, and turned the volume down on the episode of Friends we were “watching.”
And suddenly the whole universe was quiet, and the quietness of the universe rushed my ears with a sound like the ocean, while I found myself face-to-face, lip-to-lip with ridiculous beauty. A weakness shivered from the back of my head to the depths of my knees, and reverberated back up my spine.
Hers was the leaning forward, hers the cascade of midnight-black hair falling in her face: but mine the hand that brushed it aside, mine the unskilled kiss that made her pull back and gasp a little, hiding her moon-face behind perfect lily-white hands.
Mine the self-conscious laugh that wondered if I had done too much.
But I had not done too much, because she asked me for another: and another: and another.
“You make me feel like I’m in high school again,” she laughed. (I think that’s a good thing. She was smiling when she said it.)
When I checked the time later, the entire thing happened in less than 5 minutes, but those five minutes felt like 5 hours. I have kissed girls before, but those kisses were different: “Let’s see what it will feel like to kiss a boy someday” and “We’re both drunk, let’s have a threesome” do not count in quite the same way as this. I suppose this could be called my first real kiss with a girl.
It was quite redemptive, bringing me full-circle from my first kiss with a guy, and the sensation of feeling an octopus attached to my face, and the swollen lips I saw in the mirror the following morning.
Something caught her off guard. She suddenly picked up her things and said, “I need to go. You’re making me shy.”
I walked her out of my apartment and down a half-block to her car, and before she got in, she kissed me one more time with velvet lips before scrambling to get in and put a car door between us.
I stood there giggling like an idiot for about 30 seconds. When I turned to walk back to my apartment, I almost ran into a tree.
Not 3 minutes later, she texted me, twice:
“You make me ten times more shy than I already am.”
More details to come.