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The DJ was playing an ugly, overused love song, but it was as good an
excuse to give my legs a break from stomping around. I'd never had so
much fun dancing in my life, and I was exhausted. Mainly, though, I
was also glad to hold on to Gordon.
At first, my knees were so wobbly after all that skanking around that I basically collapsed into him. He just put his arms around my waist and helped to keep me up. As my strength came back, I was able to keep him closer and hold him tighter. Then, suddenly, it happened: Our mouths were right next to each other, and I could feel his breath on my lips. Without even realizing it, we moved closer and closer in. I was thinking, "Whoa! Am I going to kiss this guy right here on the dance floor in front of everyone else?" I mean, kissing on the first date is fine, but it's a little different when everyone else can see you. Then I heard Gordon make that little sound people make when their mouths open, and that made up my mind for me. I moved my mouth in closer and then I made that little noise of opening lips, and then we each inched our faces closer and closer. And then, POW, we finally got close enough that they touched each other. As we kissed each other I held him more tightly than before. It was one big, gentle, innocent kiss. I had to remember to thank Wendy for finding this guy for me. | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Brian Tivol |