First Kiss

Names have been changed to keep my private life private, and to save the subjects of these writings from complete mental disturbance/me from a thwapping.

Catnip...I'm not sure why you're having such a hard time deciding whether or not to let me kiss you.* It's not like I'm asking you to go out with me. There's no real commitment in it or anything...it's just a kiss. Gods, I know what I'd like to do with that kiss: I'd like to just look at you for a while...admire your beautiful face...listen to you breathe from mere inches away...then lean in, very slowly, and brush my lips against yours...barely touching...slide my arms about your waist, draw you close...press my lips against yours, maybe open my mouth against you and touch my tongue lightly to your lips...gently part them, slip my tongue inside...softly taste you...lure your tongue into my mouth and close my teeth, catch your tongue so you can*t get away...stroke my fingers delicately up your spine, make you shiver...let your tongue go, carefully trap your lower lip between my upper teeth and lower lip, pull away slowly...let your lip slide from mine, and look at you...but that would scare you, and that would be a grave mistake. I never want to scare you or hurt you, so if you do decide to kiss me, I'd kiss you like a sister, and save my experimenting for someone that won't be frightened by it.

* Catnip (as he is called here) at this time was just my friend, and although I had told him I liked him - better to deal with it and get it over with - he did not return my feelings, and I respected that. So when I (in a moment of sugar AND caffiene high) asked him to be my first kiss, he was rather shocked. This was written while he was still hemming and hawing about it.

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