"Kiss me like you kissed Maddie" I told him.
"You're pushing it Stevens" he replies. "I can't believe you're trying to talk me into practice kissing with you."
"Dude I have to get this right" I respond. "I can't have the hottest girl 9th grade think I'm a terrible kisser."
"What does it matter? I'm sure you'll get better with practice" he replies. "With her!" he adds, emphasizing the last part of his statement.
"Jude come on, please. Please, please, Judi, Judi, Judi, please" I taunt, he hates when I call him that. Then I come with the big guns, my best puppy dog eyes.
"Stop calling me that and stop looking at me like that" he responds dryly as he rolls his eyes. "I know what you're trying to do."
"Just shut up and come here. You big dork" he says.
Works every time, I think to myself as I take my position in front of him eagerly.
"What do I do with my hands?" I question.
"Just hold her by the waist, like this" he says as he takes my hands and put them in place on his body.
He cups my face with both his hands.
"You should chew some gum or mint before. Right now you smell like BBQ nachos" he quips, scrounging his face.
"Oh, sorry" I return.
"It's ok, I like BBQ nachos" he says. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I'm read…." I cut off as I look into pools of brown and something goes through me and my breath catches.
Before I can get my thought together his lips are on mine, pressing, rubbing, gently sucking and then his tongue flicked at my lip. I gasped slightly at the sensation, momentarily opening my lips and Bam. His tongue slid into my mouth and short circuited my entire nervous system.
I grab onto him tighter, I like the feel of his slender waist. I like the feel of his tongue which seems to be assaulting mine. After I get over the shell shock, I decide to fight back, at least my tongue does. I pull him closer and move one hand to the back of his head. Can't let him escape, don't want to stop, want to feel more, want to taste more, want more. More of him.
When we separate, he's looking at me and I'm looking at him. He looks away then he turns away slightly.
He runs his hand up from the back of his neck up to his hair, the same hair my fingers were just snagged in. He then slides his hand gently down the side of his head, his fingers delicately caressing his ear,his cheek, like the hand of a gentle lover, his hand brush by his mouth and his fingertips linger on his lips. I swear I hear him gasp, ever so softly.
I wonder what he's thinking, I wonder if he's feeling the way I'm feeling. I wonder if he wishes that hand was mine, the way I'm wishing that hand was mine.
"So, you got it?" he says finally.
"Got it" I breathed out. I wasn't lying. I got it. I got the kiss and the fact that nothing would ever be the same.
"I'll tell you how it goes with Daria when I come over on Saturday." I say to him.
He mumbles a reply.
I grab my backpack and head for the door.
As I walk home, my heart is still racing. My thoughts are a confused, jumbled mess. I touch my lips, they are still tingling. I realize that I'm smiling. I can't seem to stop fucking smiling.