I went to tell her goodnight. I walked in to find her in a towel, her long, auburn hair still wet from the shower. She was putting on her pajamas. What was I doing? I was standing there, watching her put on her clothes. I noticed she was having troubles with her bra strap. Somehow, I walked into the room, unheard, grabbed her hands, and helped her with the last clip. *snap*
She stood there for a minute, afraid to turn around. She wondered who had suddenly come into her room without a sound. We just stood there for a minute; her breathing becoming slower as fear was rising within. She slowly turned around to find me standing there. Her cerulean eyes met mine.
"...Ash..." She was barely able to speak.
She moved back a little, her eyes filled with emotions. Anger, embarrassment, sadness, fear, and yet, slightly hopeful for some reason. I walked closer to her as she sat on the bed. I moved closer, and kissed her. I was kissing her.
I was kissing the girl I had known for so long. My best friend. I had waited for this for so very long. The kiss. It was all I ever dreamed and more. I was always worried that she would reject me; especially now as she pulled away.
I stared at her, not knowing what to do next. She was lying on the bed now and I was on top of her. I got up and backed away, fearful that she would yell at me or worse. She stood up, still staring at me intensely with those eyes of hers; they could kill and love at the same time.
I was taken by surprise then. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. This kiss was even better. This is what I counted as our first kiss. It was so passionate. It felt like it was just the two of us in the whole world. It was truly the two of us in that room at least.
She let me go, starting at me with mixed feelings still. She sat back on the bed, clawing at the bed spread. She knew what she wanted, and I wanted the same.
I sat next to her; I was still in a daze from what had just happened. It was my turn to kiss her as she impatiently looked at me. Since she was older, I thought she would make the first move; but I was the guy, I had to do it. I slowly kissed her as I placed my hand on the back of her head. Hair still wet. I was undoing the same clothing I recently watched her put on. I had been put into a trance or something; I now noticed that I had on no clothes and was on her. I could feel my face burning as hers turned slightly pink. That slight move I made next changed our world.
This felt so right and so weird. Misty knew she always meant more to me than the other girls, no matter how much they liked me or how much they flirted. She was always that special girl, even back when we were kids on journeys, mine had been met and hers trashed by her sisters and their selfish needs. Mist was the perfect girl for me and I was the perfect guy for her.