A Kiss Is Not Just A Kiss

A Kiss Is Not Just A Kiss1

I wasn’t ready. He was persistent and kept pursuing it. We were longtime friends grown into adults and I liked him, even loved him, but not like that. He would keep leaning close but I would put my hand over his lips and then kiss my hand. We would both smile. There was some chemistry but not enough for sparks. At times, I would catch him looking at me intently, lovingly but I would always dismiss it.2

One day the subject came up again and we were standing close to each other while we were looking at one of my lingerie magazines. When he moved in, I shyly stepped away and kissed his nose. He laughed. One particular day, I was sitting on the steps where he walked up and said, "We need to talk" . He said, "Baby I can't keep being your friend because I want something more from you. If you don't want the same, then I need to move on to some one who will. As a matter of  fact someone wants to." I was devastated over this news and I was shocked over my devastation. This did not feel good. 3

I was able to get the words "Yes" out but I was dazed  and could no longer concentrate.  Strangely enough, he looked relieved... even vindicated but that wasn't my concern at that time. My feelings were hurt beyond comprehension; I was confused. Suddenly this flood of thoughts hit me.  I thought who is it!  I'll bet it's that heifer from the book store she's always giving him the eye. She is pretty.  No, No it's Candy from the Supermarket.   I see how she looks at his butt when he's walking away.  I should have known.... but it wouldn't be her she's got two kids, still with her Mother. She doesn't have any goals. She wouldn't be his type and I know his type.  The next thing I'm hearing is "Could I get a kiss just this once goodbye"? The functioning part of me heard him.  The other half was still stunned.  I  nodded my head reluctantly, mechanically. When looking back I remember his response was a half- smile and may I add, quite appealing. With one arm sliding around my waist he pulled me to him. His lips slightly wedged between mines full, with the scent of mint and soft. Slowly pulling firm, inviting lips from mine he looked at me for my reaction. It was so intense, I had to force my eyes opened. He smiled at me, half-sly, half-sweet and so sexy. He drew me back again. My body jolted, my knees buckled. With strong, supporting arms he steadied me, leading my lips with his. My head dropped back slowly as he continued pursuing with warm, electrifying, toe curling lips. My hands and arms slowing inching up his back to urge him to continue, not to stop.  He loved me and I didn't know it until just now that I love him too. 4

I later found out there was no one else waiting for him.  He told me he planned to force my hand and hoped that his planned worked.  He said when I pulled back from kissing you and looked at your face to smile, I knew you were mine. I told him simply, "Thank you for kissing a real fool". Trust me...a kiss is not always just a kiss.5