You were standing on the deck in the snow the first time I saw you. I was nervous about meeting you but had decided it was now or never as I drove back from my morning meeting. I had asked you out to lunch but you had decided that it would be nicer if I met you at your house ... a chance to show off your cooking skills I figured. When I got to the bottom of the stairs and first saw your smile, the warmth I felt within me could have melted the snow around me. My face almost hurt from the smile I gave you in return.
I climbed the stairs much more slowly than I wanted to. I knew I wanted to hold you in my arms and should have rushed up to you. But I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable so I took each step at the pace one would take walking up to visit an old friend. My heart was pounding like I was running a sprint.
You held out your hand to me as I reached the top step and I felt the warmth of your skin against mine for the first time, enhanced in contrast to the coolness in the air. Your first words were simple.
"Hi there."
And then that smile again .. the one that I had only seen as pictures on my cell phone.
"Hi Carol. It's nice to finally meet you."
You squeezed my hand and turned to lead me inside.
Our relationship had begun as you were working on a clothing project and you were anxious to show me the result. I was happy and very proud that you wanted to share this with me and was frankly amazed that the sweat pants you showed me had been produced by your own hands out of your own mind. Being an ignorant consumer, I just assumed these sorts of things magically appeared at the store. The excitement in your voice and the joy in your eyes and you shared with me made me understand the pride you had invested in your work.
We spent some time discussing your work and my work...the sort of foreplay that we have been exchanging through text messages and emails and the occasional phone calls. We talked about your medical issues and the challenges you face with your department staff at school. We talked about my teaching job and the many other hats I wear during my job at the high school. As we talked, you arranged our meal on the table. I asked if I could help you.
"You could get the water pitcher for the table if you would."
I walked into the kitchen where you were busy peeling leaves off of the lettuce. I put a hand on your shoulder was I walked up behind you and you turned to face me. Then I took the step I had wanted to take since you first held my hand.
"Can I kiss you honey?" I asked sheepishly.
The response was not in words but in your eyes and you first looked into mine then closed your slowly as you reached you face toward mine. Your tongue ran across your lips. I reached my hands to the sides of your face and our lips softly touched. Yours were warm and moist as I pressed myself harder against them. I could feel you inhale as we kissed. Your arms wrapped tightly around my neck and you pulled me downward as your tongue parted my lips. I reached my tongue to find yours and they danced in our mouths together. My hands moved from your face and around your back, pulling your soft body tightly against mine. I was worried you would notice my obvious excitement as your body pressed against mine but, as the passions of our kisses grew, it was impossible to hide.
I tried to pull away but your arms around my neck pulled me tightly, refusing to let me go. I could hear and feel your breathing increase. My arms pulled you tightly once again.
We broke our embrace and looked into each other's eyes and giggled like teenagers who just snuck a kiss behind the bleachers in the gym.
"Whew," you said grinning at me.
All I could do was keep smiling in return as we turned to the table and sat down for lunch.
Lunch was filled with talks of older children and parenting and work. It sped along and before we knew it the food was gone and the dishes were in the sink.
As you stood over the sink I walked up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist. My lips found the side of your neck and kissed you lightly there. You tilted your head to allow me further access as I kissed my way up to your earlobe. Your body shuddered when I kissed it as well. My fingers moved along your belly, feeling the silk top that you had told me you wore especially for me. Your arms pressed against the counter, moving us both backward and you again turned to face me.