First kiss

In the relative darkness, I could hear my heart pounding. The little hairs on my forearm were erect. I disliked the idea of shaving or removing those hairs even though many of my friends did it. I remember that when I was young, my mother had taken me in her arms and caressing my forearms she had said that she loved their softness.

I then met Dave's eyes, but I could not see their expression as they seemed to be camouflaged by his rimless glasses. I had never been this close to him. Pulling me gently by the hand, he brought me even closer to him and whispered.

'Can I kiss you please?'

But before I could react, he had already closed the distance between us and I felt the softness of his lips cover mine, until there was no gap. My breath remained stuck in my chest and my arms had nowhere else to rest except on his chest. I could sense the pounding of his heart a well through his thin shirt, showing that even he was affected by this proximity. His wet tongue gently brushed the rim of my lips, as if trying to invite itself in, but I was so overwhelmed by the emotions generated by my first kiss that I could not react. I could only feel warmth pool at the apex of my thighs as I was carried in the rollercoaster of emotions.

As quickly as it started the kiss ended and I was left feeling slightly lightheaded. I took 2 steps backward, but before I could say anything, the door opened behind me and a group of students came in, apparently headed for the toilet. Shyness overcame me then and I mumbled,

'Are we going to play again?'

'If you want.'

'I want...'

Without looking at Dave, I made my way back to our court, where our rackets were waiting for us. It was a bit harder to play as I avoided looking at Dave each time. I wasn't ready to face him yet as each time I thought of him, the image of the kiss came up and my legs felt weak. We wrapped up the game in fifteen minutes.

'Let's shower and meet here in 15 minutes,' he said, pointing at the bench. I nodded and almost ran to the changing room. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes looked bigger than usual and I seemed flushed. I passed my fingers over my lips and a gentle smile curved my lips. I was ecstatic and maybe just a little nervous as I did not know what was going to happen next.

When I came out, Dave was already waiting for me. His hair was still wet from his shower and a few droplets of water were glistening by the light of the overhead projector.

'You didn't dry your hair well.'

'Ummm, I was in a hurry.'

My mouth opened in a silent gasp and I couldn't help feeling the little tingle down my spine at the thought that he was in a rush to meet me.

In a common decision, we both turned towards the door and started walking out of the gym. The gym had a large parking and a long path which led to the other parts of the university. While before, I found it tiring and a hassle to have to walk so long before reaching, that day I enjoyed the walk and was happy it was not that short.

While walking, Dave and I were so close that from time to time his forearm would brush against mine,sending little tings of pleasure in my body. I did not know that the forearm was an erogenous zone, capable of providing so much pleasure. In fact, there were many new things I was discovering about my body.

We walked to the bus stop which was not very full at that time of the afternoon. For once, I hoped that the bus would not come so soon, but my wish was not obeyed as after barely a few seconds I saw my bus coming.

'I've got to go.'

'I know.'

How was I to bid him goodbye. We usually shook hands, but now that we had already kissed, should I kiss him again? On the lips? cheek? So many thoughts were running in my head, but Dave solved it for me by shaking my hand. I was highly deceived by this as I thought we had moved beyond that in our relationship. He must have seen the deception in my eyes as still holding my hand in his, he bent and kissed me on my right cheek.

'Bye. See you.'

As if in a daze, I climbed the steps in the bus and found a seat at the front itself. I didn't trust my legs to be able to carry me further. From where I sat I couldn't see Dave on the bus stop anymore, but there was a roundabout ahead where the bus actually turned and passed in front of the stop again. I saw Dave still standing and I waved at him. He returned my wave, then started walking away.

Leaning my head back, I heaved a sigh of satisfaction. If happiness was a food item, then at this point I would be completely sated.