After that she's worried about how tidy the house is and whether the kids get to school on time. Me I have no worries, there won't even be a first date. I just want to kiss you - no more, no less. That's where the irony is it will be the best kiss ever because there are no ties, but it will be so good you will always hope there were."
She pulled his collar and he moved towards her, she looked up coyly, he didn't recognise her it was too dark to get all the features, and her little speech was virtually through the front of her hair.
As he looked down at her it was as though her face were crawling up his chest, so close he could feel her breath through his shirt, then as her hair reached his mouth at the last second her head tilted back and he saw the flash of her blue eyes, steely coloured, piercing the back of his burning an image in his mind that would never leave him. Just her eyes.
Her eyes levelled with his as she stared into them, she was making sure he had an image of hers imprinted on him for life. Her true shyness then showed and gave away that she was not as confident as she seemed, her eyes looked down like a shy girl who was overstepping her own boundary, she knew she could play that well, in reality it was how she felt.
Her arm slid around his neck, her fingers splayed on his nape, as though she had the strength to force him to kiss her, though her touch was as gentle as could be. He got the idea and brought his head forward, she held him with her look into his eyes, making him again take mental note of the moment before the kiss, she teased almost tormented him by sliding her cheek against his bringing her lips to within kissing distance of his ear.
"Your life is about to change, in the next 30 seconds, relax and enjoy"
She slid her cheek back against his, as she looked at him her eyes closed as though she were fainting, their lips were almost touching, she felt his breathing on her moist lips his anticipation and breathing had dried his a little, as there lips first met in the gentlest of touches her moistness and his dryness made them stick a little - the first contact being the briefest of touches but revealing so much to each other, the dryness of his brief anticipation, his 'still stunned to be being kissed' stiffness in his lips, hers moist and relaxed, soft and inviting, prepared, ready for more, but only just touching him.
She moved back a little, just to move her nose the other side of his and kiss, giving him a moment to take in the first contact.
She took the opportunity to open her eyes, his were closed tight he wanted it, she had her man, she leant back in and kissed him firmly, not forceful, but firm enough to display her intentions, closed lipped he was taken a back mentally and physically by the latent passion of their contact, bursting to get out.
She opened her lips and he anticipated the touch of a tongue. The soft, delicate, gently, moist, all revealing touch of a tongue, a symbol of being more than just a friend, something personal, from inside a body, being revealed and exposed to the exploration of another body. Kissing anywhere else on a woman warranted a standard reaction, a moan here, a giggle there, but a tongue is interaction, not standard, and very individual, he swore he could feel it, but not yet, then there it was, she was dancing little touches with the tip of her tongue along the tip of his, the warmth of her doing it spread through his body.
He reacted by pulling her nearer with his arm around her waist, as he did she arced and twisted her back.
The kiss was all that counted, his arms, her arms, would go through natural movements of caressing and rubbing and squeezing - but all only to make the connection of lips more involving.
As their tongues gently danced with one another the sensation of lips on lips brought about the well-practiced breathing techniques, the balance of a push forward from one set of lips forcing the other back in position. He accepted his fate, and sat on a small wall and accepted that he was being kissed.
