SlightlySane
November 2nd, 2010, 05:49 PM
I grabbed his hand from its place on the black arm rest between us. “Is that better,” I asked trying to calm his nerves. It was our first date together and he was shaking because of how nervous he was. I wasn’t sure why he was nervous. He was tall, thin, blond, and had the most perfect blue eyes. His skin had a soft tan from the life guarding job he held through the summer. The cutest thing about him had to be the triangle patch of hair he left under his bottom lip. I wondered what it would be like if I kissed him and felt it.
I leaned over onto his shoulder, taking my eyes away from the flashing movie screen. I looked straight up to him to see him starring down at me. His eyes, I just couldn’t keep myself from smiling when I looked into them. “Can I put my arm around you,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t answer; I just took his arms with my free hand and wrapped it around my shoulder. His arms tensed as his hand settled lightly against my hip. The muscles in his body were strong and went well with the strength in his hands. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered to him before leaning up to give him a peck on the lips. He gasped suddenly, freezing in the position I had kissed him in. Nervous that I had done something wrong I didn’t move. We remained motionless with our lips still touching like butterflies to a flower. It felt like days went by before he finally leaned in and kissed me back. This was more than a peck. His lips pressed against my top lip as mine settled onto his bottom lip. The patch of hair under his lip was incredibly soft against my lips. He went further this time, part his lips to run his tongue alone my top lip. It tickled a bit; sending a sensation through me that I’ve never felt like this. He didn’t stop here though. The conservative boy I had met earlier in the day had transformed into something of a romantic. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to reach into my mouth and meet my own. It was like a continuing flame trying to melt and everlasting glacier. The taste was sweeter than I could imagine. It was the taste of the desert that we all dream to have yet never dared to find. Sparks, I now understand what they mean by the phrase, “the sparks flew.” There were many sparks; however, none of them were electric. They were made of the highest adrenaline; a high that even the most horrifying roller coaster could never place onto any living being no matter their fear. The feeling was in most simple terms, that of being in a perfect dream. We were connected in this kiss for only 5 minutes, but I was convinced it was going to last the rest of my life. At least I was for that moment.
There I was, holding hands, cuddling, and kissing the most beautiful boy I’d ever met. Many people would say we went too far on the first date. It’s not every chance you get to meet an angel though. Even rarer is the moment that you have one fall in love with you as you have fallen for him. The hardest part was saying goodbye to this piece of heaven. I felt heavy as I was leaving, like I had to drag my heart away from his. There was a connection after that day. One that is much farther than any normal high school crushes. I’ve read the fantasy type stories that tell of a fruit that connects the soul of two people who partake of it. This must be what that connection felt like. Maybe the fruit that is told of in all of these fantasies is simply a kiss that was meant for both persons. I know one thing for sure now; I no longer wonder what it feels like to fall in love. I’ve been kissed by an angel, and you can’t fall any harder than that.
I leaned over onto his shoulder, taking my eyes away from the flashing movie screen. I looked straight up to him to see him starring down at me. His eyes, I just couldn’t keep myself from smiling when I looked into them. “Can I put my arm around you,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t answer; I just took his arms with my free hand and wrapped it around my shoulder. His arms tensed as his hand settled lightly against my hip. The muscles in his body were strong and went well with the strength in his hands. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered to him before leaning up to give him a peck on the lips. He gasped suddenly, freezing in the position I had kissed him in. Nervous that I had done something wrong I didn’t move. We remained motionless with our lips still touching like butterflies to a flower. It felt like days went by before he finally leaned in and kissed me back. This was more than a peck. His lips pressed against my top lip as mine settled onto his bottom lip. The patch of hair under his lip was incredibly soft against my lips. He went further this time, part his lips to run his tongue alone my top lip. It tickled a bit; sending a sensation through me that I’ve never felt like this. He didn’t stop here though. The conservative boy I had met earlier in the day had transformed into something of a romantic. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to reach into my mouth and meet my own. It was like a continuing flame trying to melt and everlasting glacier. The taste was sweeter than I could imagine. It was the taste of the desert that we all dream to have yet never dared to find. Sparks, I now understand what they mean by the phrase, “the sparks flew.” There were many sparks; however, none of them were electric. They were made of the highest adrenaline; a high that even the most horrifying roller coaster could never place onto any living being no matter their fear. The feeling was in most simple terms, that of being in a perfect dream. We were connected in this kiss for only 5 minutes, but I was convinced it was going to last the rest of my life. At least I was for that moment.
There I was, holding hands, cuddling, and kissing the most beautiful boy I’d ever met. Many people would say we went too far on the first date. It’s not every chance you get to meet an angel though. Even rarer is the moment that you have one fall in love with you as you have fallen for him. The hardest part was saying goodbye to this piece of heaven. I felt heavy as I was leaving, like I had to drag my heart away from his. There was a connection after that day. One that is much farther than any normal high school crushes. I’ve read the fantasy type stories that tell of a fruit that connects the soul of two people who partake of it. This must be what that connection felt like. Maybe the fruit that is told of in all of these fantasies is simply a kiss that was meant for both persons. I know one thing for sure now; I no longer wonder what it feels like to fall in love. I’ve been kissed by an angel, and you can’t fall any harder than that.