11. Bliss... Fleeting Bliss
Sam and Brooke had, of course, kissed people before, so they were familiar with the sensations, the scents, the various feelings that the act of kissing someone created in them. At least, they thought they were. The truth is, nothing in their previous experience had prepared them for what happened when their lips met, tentatively, even hesitantly. Even the initial, slight touch made them feel flushed, and Sam pulled back for a moment, her breath coming in short bursts.
Looking at Brooke's face, she saw the blond's eyes glazed, with a look of shock on her face. A pleasant shock, but still a shock. Sam moved to kiss her again, this time sucking Brooke's lower lip into her mouth with just a hint of pressure, then, opening her mouth, she captured the upper lip instead.
It was a half-hour later that they finally spoke. Brooke's leg began to cramp painfully from kneeling on the floor. Sam asked her if she was okay. She answered that she needed to get up and Sam helped her onto her bed. There was an awkward moment when Sam wondered if she should sit down next to her blond housemate. Brooke's hand on her hip gently pushing made the decision for her. A moment later Sam was lying on her back and Brooke was kissing her again. Another hour passed before they spoke again.
"Wow," was all Sam managed to say. "Yeah," Brooke replied.
"I didn't... I never..." Sam, usually the quickest to articulate her thoughts, had no way how to tell Brooke that nothing she'd ever felt in her life compared to this. Much later, when she wasn't reeling from the surprise – and (frankly) the sexual arousal – she was experiencing, she'd tell Brooke how she'd always wondered why she'd never felt swept away by a kiss like the girls in books and in the movies.
She'd written it off as hype, something that just didn't happen to real people. She'd assumed that the somewhat pleasant, mildly distracting sensations she'd felt when others kissed her were how it really was. Now, she realized, she'd just never kissed the right person. Now, she realized that everything she'd ever heard about the perfect kiss was possible.
Later, she'd explain that to Brooke. For now, it was just too difficult to form a coherent sentence.
Fortunately, she didn't need to explain it. Brooke was feeling exactly the same way. She waited for this feeling every time she'd kissed Josh. She'd wondered what was wrong with her when she'd felt nothing when the boy made love to her in that same bed she was kissing Sam on.
She'd blamed herself at first. After all, that was her first reaction most of the time. Later she admitted that he was probably to blame as well, with his excess of excitement and lack of experience. Now, she realized, that is was, in a sense, her fault, because she should never have been there with him in the first place.
Later, the two women would discuss all of this. Later, when they lay next to each other on the bed, stroking each other's hair, touching each other's faces, holding each other's hands, not wanting to go a second without touching some part of the other. Their words would come in whispers, punctuated with nervous laughter and deep, contented sighs.
But for now, there were no words, just smiles, happy tears, and kissing.