Passion Between Friends: Take Two
…but before she could register what he had just said, he kissed her. Placing his hands around her face, entangling his fingers in her hair, he kissed her for the very first time. Though taken by surprise, she recalled previous kisses she'd had – though not very many – and remembered the excitement and nervousness that accompanied so many of them, the electrifying tingles that swam through her veins, the slightly awkward moment of getting used to someone's lip texture and movement. Some kisses were awful and some were rather passionate. But none were as tender, or loving or…natural as this first kiss with him. It wasn't electrifying or orgasmic, but when their lips touched, sparks did fly – sparks of realization. When his lips touched hers, she realized, this is it. This is what she had been searching for, for so long, and here it was, standing in front of her, kissing her! What was she to do but kiss him back of course. And she did, with a new force, a startling passion that had overcome her. She pulled her hands up to his shoulders, then to his neck and ran them through his hair, allowing her to be drawn in further. The kiss melted within her, running deep as he tickled the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She held him tight, grabbing on to the edge of his shirt as she felt his hand work its way up her back and into her hair. One of his hands rested there as the other pulled her closer. He titled his head and she tilted hers, their lips flowing in the general wetness of a passionate kiss. Her head was in the clouds, reveling in this newfound sexual fervor. When had she felt this comfortable kissing anyone? When had she felt at ease with someone running his hands along her spine? When had she allowed anyone to kiss her neck? He ran his tongue up her neck and to her ear sending a few chills through her body. She giggled and held his face with her two hands. They looked deep into each other's eyes and smiled. She sighed contentedly, wondering why they had never done this before. He reached up, brushing some of her hair away from her face and kissing her lightly on the lips. They stood there, forehead to forehead, staring into each other's eyes. He closed his and breathed out deeply, pulling her hair a bit as he clenched his fist at the nape of her neck. She ran her hands down his shoulders and arms until she reached his hands. They pulled apart and he kissed her again. "You're beautiful…" he said, causing her to blush slightly. She bit her lip as she looked up into his eyes, which were dancing in the moonlight…