When we reached home, I was shy. I wanted to kiss her, but I had never kissed a girl before so I held back. She looked at me, glanced at my lips and then into my eyes. My heart missed a beat and I felt a pounding in my ears.
"Good Night," she whispered.
I didn't hear her. "Excuse me?" I asked.
She whispered again.
She beckoned me to come closer and then blew softly into my ear. "Good Night," she whispered. I shivered.
I was about to move my head back, when she planted a kiss on my lips. At first it was a soft peck. Then another. Then a longer one. I felt her lips pressing against my mouth and her tongue trying to push against my lips.
I parted my lips and allowed her to penetrate my mouth. Our tongues kissed. I felt both repulsed and highly aroused.
I don't know how long the kiss was, but she then left. I watched her go and couldn't help but stare at her jeans moving rhythmically to some silent beat. They were round like a woman's behind and not small or too thin.
She turned, waved me a kiss and entered her building.
I remained there for a while staring into the space between where she had been and where I was. I knew then that dating her would be more than just fun. Or at least I hope so!
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