Wednesday, January the twenty-forth

Evening Bob, I think today I shall talk to you about my first kiss, or first kisses, and what happened when I told Pierre about it.

The first time I kissed a boy wasn't exactly what one would dream of, it was just part of a game when I was young and it had no particular meaning to me. I even hesitate to call it a first kiss.

The first time it meant something came later on, but then again I was disappointed: we were clumsy and inexperienced and, trying to be more adult than we were, we used our tongues in puzzling ways.

It was a shame though, I really liked that boy, but my hopes where too high about what a kiss should be, and how magical it should be. Maybe I had seen one romantic comedy too many, maybe we were just really bad, or maybe we were just as all beginners: completely inexperienced.

Anyway, our teeth collided, our mouth got lost and our tongues went wild, in a bad way. I didn't felt like giving it another go before quite some time, and not with him anyway.

When I told this to Pierre, I honestly expected him to laugh. Hell, even I laughed at this old bit of trivia.

He didn't laugh though, instead he just stared out the window for a bit and asked me:

« How would you have liked it to be? ». I didn't answer directly as this wasn't a memory I unearthed frequently, if at all, but I eventually did.

« I really liked the outdoor when I was a child, or at least my fantasy of it. Camping, I dreamt of going out in the wild camping. This was just a dream though, I really disliked the cold and the lack of comfort would have probably disturbed me at that time.

Anyway, I'd sometimes pretend in my room: I'd make a tent with blankets and bed sheets, enjoying the comfort of my bed while dreaming of a cozy escape. This was my little secret...

I think my perfect first kiss would have been in that makeshift tent, slow, tender, as though we had all the time in the world, as though time had no power even. »

« Looks nice, he said, I would have liked to share that first kiss with you. » I smiled, thought about doing a joke about him liking little girls, but finally didn't.

« And you? How was your first kiss? » - retrospectively, I shouldn't have asked that.

« Sure you want to know? »

« Of course, why shouldn't I? » - with hindsight, jealousy, that's why.

« Ok why not... he began. We were young and liked each other, I hadn't officially confessed to her, nor had she, but we somehow behaved as though we had. We held hands when waiting in line before class.

As far as the outside word was concerned, we were dating, whatever dating meant in primary school. Anyway, once, we did a school trip to a medieval town and the class was separated in small groups to go and look around.

She and I were in the same group and she told me that there was something she wanted to try. She had seen it in a movie. Apparently it was what people had to do after holding hands. She was slightly blushing when she whispered it to me. » Pierre had a really nice smile when saying that, his eyes lost in memories

« I think the adult overseeing us was in on this, at least he must have guessed something. When we were in a grand plaza, he divided us by pairs to look around while looking out for us from afar and making sure we wouldn't stray.

She gripped my hand tightly as we looked at a carving on the wall. I turned to her and closed my eyes as she bade me. Her lips where soft and moist, they tasted like fruit, I guess she had put something on them.

It was fairly simple in the end, she just pressed her lips on mine for an instant and then it was done. It felt like time froze but not quite enough for my taste. Well anyway, I couldn't much concentrate on the city afterward...

I guess I'll have to go again and really visit this time. In the end we reenacted that one kiss a few times during that day and those after. We both blushed, a lot, each time. » He had a content and loving smile when he said that, the kind of smile I was the only one to get, at least now. In a way I was happy, I really was, that he had loved before me but...

« Well I'm jealous, sorry, I know it's stupid and she is just a memory and all, but your first kiss is so nice and mine sucks so bad... »

« You don't have to be, she is indeed just a memory, a fond one, sure, but a memory nonetheless. I live in the present, and, there, your rule is unquestioned. » He caressed my cheek and said

« Besides, you kiss far better than any 10 year old would ever dream to kiss » he said. Frowning I scolded him

« Do you really think you can get away with everything with jokes? »

« Well.... » he answered, making me chuckle

« You moron, come here... » I kissed him, and he whispered

« Honestly though, I wouldn't want to kiss anyone else, and not just because you're damn good at this. » I showed my approval with another kiss that may had lead to more adult things... but this is about first kisses isn't it Bob?

Two days later he invited me over at his place. His apartment is usually quite sunny but this time the blinds were closed. Guided by his « Come on in . », I advanced toward the living room.

Before I entered, he told me to stop and came to me, asking me to close my eyes. No welcome kiss? I thought, disappointed, as I complied.

Taking my hand, he led me to the center of the living room, avoiding furniture edges, then asked me to get down on my knees.

« Oh oh, that's quite the kinky start isn't it? » I said, expecting something naughty...

Well I was in for quite the surprise. He told me to open my eyes a minute or so later and I think my mouth just popped open.

The living room was in a semi-darkness, lit only by fairy lights here and there and Pierre was laying down inside a makeshift tent made with four chairs holding a blanket over a few pillows. He was a bit too tall for it and couldn't fully get under the blanket, his feet were sticking out on the other end.

« Well don't just stand there gaping, come here! » I went inside the tent and laid down in front of him, and we just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. A nice, cozy, eternity.

We both knew what was coming, we had a first kiss to reenact, but for a time we where like children again: new and innocent to the mysteries of love, and we wanted to savor every second of it.

His eyes still riveted to mine, his hand came to carres my lips. They parted under his touch. Damn, he was blushing, slightly but still! Pierre blushing! He told me afterward that he was afraid I'd find it all too romantic, too cheesy, or just too much...

His fears had no reason to be, I just found it perfect.

I think I, too, blushed as my hand reached out to his neck. Slowly we came closer. We couldn't maintain eye contact and were blushing still. We closed our eyes in the last few centimeters. 

And then our lips met.

They greeted each other, slowly, gently, tenderly, like children could have dreamt. Like I had dreamt.

But we were children no longer and his tongue played tentatively with my lower lip as I nibbled on his upper one. We kissed and kissed and kissed, gradually getting bolder, as our hands began dancing on our bodies, as if, they too, needed to discover and explore everything anew.

We took our time though, constrained by the four pillars of our tent. When finally we got naked, we paused for a moment, taking in the sight of each other. He was handsome as ever and his desire more than manifest, yet he looked at me with the utmost tenderness.

We leaned again closer and I gasped as he took a breast in his mouth and began massaging the other with his hand. I hadn't lied when I said that the love he bore to my breasts was mutual. He sucked and licked, nibbled and kissed, and it wasn't long before my breath became ragged.

I brought my hips closer to him, until his manhood lay enclosed between both our bellies. I could feel him pulsating as he took care of my breasts. Grabbing the hair at the back of his head and pulling him closer, I rejoiced in the feeling.

My other hand went to his ass and I grabbed and squeezed, initiating a motion of his hips against my belly. His muscles and neck under my hands, his palm on my breast, his shaft against me... Everything felt as it should be.

His body was hard and yet tender, in the way he held me, the way his lips danced around my nipple, and the way his hips moved up and down, to and fro. When one of his hand came to caress my lower back, I gave in to the desire welling up inside me.

It wasn't the raw desire we sometimes felt that made us spring at one another, like animals, tossing clothes as though they were burning us and making love before we could even reach the bed: against a wall, the nearest piece of furniture or on the floor.

It wasn't the excitement of the taboo when we'd do it in places we weren't supposed to or when we'd play daring games. No, It was simply that I wanted to be closer to him, as close as one could be, being naked in each other's arms wasn't enough, I wanted him closer still: inside me.

I guided him with my hand and, slowly, gently, he inserted himself. In the heat of the moment, we rarely take the time to appreciate each sensation on it's own but this time we could.

I felt myself open up as he slid inside me, I felt every inch of him and the way my body embraced him. I felt his warm smell as I pulled him ever closer and buried my nose in his neck, I felt the way his muscles moved his hips, I felt the heat of his body wherever it touched mine. I heard him hold his breath and finally let it out as he reached the depth of me and I heard my own breath, content.

We stayed like this a bit, as closely as two people could ever get, just savoring the moment before our bodies started asking for more. We moved slowly, careful not to distance ourselves from one another, and to enjoy every movement, inch by inch.

The slow tempo allowed us to synchronize perfectly and to have our hips moving in unison, mine coming to meet him at an increasing, if controlled, speed.

He came inside me with a cute, small sound that I only heard as his head was so close to mine. I noticed how his butt cheeks contracted as he poured himself deep inside me and I felt his shaft twitch a few times and then stop.

He softened and shrank a bit but we stayed like this, not wanting to break apart. I closed my eyes for what seems like a small moment, but I may have slightly dozed off in his arms, I couldn't be sure. When I opened them again though, both our breath had come back to normal and he was rock hard again. Reluctantly taking him out for a moment, I turned around and quickly put him back in as he held me tight and nibbled at my neck.

Spooning, we made love again. It was slightly more energetic than the previous time: slow still, but his thrusts, more vigorous, shook me every time as his hand grabbing me by the shoulder pulled me back towards him. This time I lost it and my back arched as I came, soon followed by his lasts thrusts and, again, his little whispered moan.

I grabbed his arms and held them, making myself a cocoon of Pierre and we stayed again for a while there before going to take a shower together. We kissed under the warm water and washed each other thoroughly, although some parts of our bodies seemed to get more attention than other...

You know what Bob? All in all, I'm glad my first kiss turned out this way, I got a nice compensation out of it.