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Writing Prompt, The First

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First Kiss     814 words

The television was on, sending spasms of bright colors out of its face to bathe my dorm room in graduated shades of bluish light. Across from it, the bunked beds stood awkward and heavy, with my blanket falling over the edge of the top bunk to form a sort of quilted canopy. And lying half reclined on my roommate’s futon were two people who barely knew one another, who had just met two mornings ago when one of them was lost on the way to Oscar Ritchie Hall and stopped to ask the other for directions.
His name was Chad Breese and I would find out later he had both a girlfriend and a drinking problem, but at that moment, he was just a boy I liked partly because he was older and taller than me and mostly because he’d invited himself over to watch TV that night. We lounged, only half watching; me because I wasn’t used to almost laying next to a boy and he because he wanted me to get used to it and quickly. Casually, he laid his hand on my leg. I gulped. And then, the inevitable happened: a boy staring at the side of my face, purposefully, for what felt like minutes as I stared straight ahead and pretended not to feel his breath warm on my cheek. I ventured a glance at him. He smiled, then looked at my mouth. I looked back at the TV like a deer caught in headlights. Then, I jumped up and turned on the lights.
He started. I sat down across from him and took a deep breath. “I . . . have to tell you something.”
“What?” He looked panicked.
“I mean, it’s nothing really. It’s just that . . . well . . .”
“Well . . . ?”
“I’ve . . . never been kissed before.”
The silence was like shattering glass. I smiled awkwardly. His face was frozen in an expression I can only categorize as half terror and half horror, with maybe a pinch of abject fear.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Um, yeah. Pretty serious,” I nodded.
He stood and started pacing the room, talking half to me and half to himself. “I can’t believe this. You mean you mean you’ve never been kissed? Seriously?”
I nodded.
He paced some more, rubbing his head with his hands as though he‘d just been told to disarm a nuclear device. “Wow. This is like wow. This is like, you know, like a really big deal. This is like, wow, this is like more than even like taking a girl’s virginity, I mean, your first kiss? I mean, I’ve never, you know, given a girl her first kiss before. This is like, wow, you know? Wow.”
Suddenly he turned to me, “You sure you want to do this? I mean, are you sure you want me to do it?”
“I guess,” I shrugged. He paced for another minute, shaking his head slightly as though configuring something in his mind. Then he sat down heavily right across from me. “First,” he said turning the television off, “Enough of that. I need to concentrate.”
“Okay,” he said, “Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to close your eyes and tilt your head a little, like this? And then I’m going to, you know, kiss you. And then, you’re just going be like really light with your lips and it’s just going to be like you’re kind of tasting something that’s really soft and sweet, like a . . . peach or something. Just like a really soft fruit, okay?”
“O . . . kay,” I said, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. He took a deep breath and then leaned in and put his mouth against mine.
I was kissing! This was the most wonderful thing in the world! And so easy! Just catch his bottom lip between mine and then press it a little and then let go. Just over and over like that, and that was it! That was kissing.
Suddenly, I was not kissing. I opened my eyes. He had pulled back and was nodding his approval. “Okay, that was good. That was really good. Now you’re just going to keep doing that only like a little slower, okay?”
We kissed some more, slower this time. I sighed dreamily. Finally, what seemed like hours later, he realized it was late and he needed to go home. I walked him to the elevator and rode to the first floor with him to walk him out. “Congratulations,” he said, putting his arms around me. “I’m glad I could be of service.” He kissed me goodbye.
I wafted upstairs to my room in a daze. I giggled to myself. Then I turned off the lights, closed my eyes, and wondered at all the kisses yet to come.


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(Anonymous)
Jan. 19th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
I'm pretty sure I know that guy, if so, your description of him matches him perfectly. I really like your writing.
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