Margot’s Rumour

First Date

Margot was shocked by Santiago all day.

First, he was the one who came up to her during class. Then he had been the one to suggest they go to his house to do the assignment. He had been the one more prepared for the assignment. He was the one that threw those epic parties. He was the one to tell her about the rumour.

That was very shocking to think of.

But what was more shocking was that he had kissed her. And not just any kiss. It was her long dreamt of a real kiss.

And now they were in a teacup spinning around, laughing like crazy as they kept sliding into one another. Getting ever closer to the other teacups and to the edges of the ride but never hitting them. Truly controlled chaos.

The kiss had been absolutely overwhelming for Margot. It was long and deep, and sensuous. And if she did not stop thinking of adjectives for that kiss she would be near faint - again.

When Santiago had first put his lips on hers she was relieved. He had drawn out the touching of their lips for so long that she started to panic a little inside. Was she meant to lean in, she had thought. Did he want her to beg, and ask, please? At that moment, Margot remembered thinking, she would. She would beg for Santiago to kiss her. She could feel her whole body already asking for him.

He was watching her lips so intensely that she instinctively licked her lips. Like one does when someone is watching you so closely that you think there must be something wrong so you adjust hoping to correct whatever faux pas had caught their eye.

But Santiago just looked at her - deep into her own eyes. It felt so intimate. She could barely contain herself. It was just like she had daydreamed about how she thought a real adult kiss would be like.

Santiago had moaned against her lips when he felt her tongue. She felt a shiver race from her head to her toes, making her weak. She clung to Santiago. He pulled her in closer, taking more weight off her feet. Letting her let go into the moment and to him.

As the kiss got slower and more gentle she feared it would end. But it had not. He slowed only to remove his hand still under her chin, moving it to her hair. Wrapping around it and pulling at it so her face lifted up, allowing him more access to her lips. It made me moan so deeply it shocked her. She would let him do anything, she wanted him to do everything.

He slowed again, and this time he lightly kissed her as he began to rest his forehead on hers, despite their height difference. She had thought for a moment how silly he must have looked bending down so far to kiss her, a press him against her. And then she started to freak out again.

What had she just done? So wantonly kissed Santiago. Was this what she wanted. He had made an odd remark, “Well that’s fixed.” Like it was just a thing to cross off. Like she was just thing to crossing off. But as his forehead lingered on hers; and she was still in his arms with their bodies were still so close she started to calm down. No one crossing something off a list would extend the intimacy to this extreme.

And as Santiago won her yet another stuffed bear from the shooting booth, and took her hand in his to get yet another chiro. Margot smiled, again thinking that she was on a date with Santiago. It was not the group dates she had been on. Those had been normal hangout sessions, with just the overthinking to add any credibility to it being a date. Instead, this was just the two of them, chatting about school, and about the fun games and interesting food as they walked around the fair.

For most of the time, Santiago had held his hand in hers, often dragging her to new booths or something he had seen over the crowd. She was thankful for this. At school and with friends she would be the one planning something, but with Santiago, she could just let him do it. Besides he could see over the crowd to where they wanted to go. Margot could only see people’s backs.

As the date ended, and Santiago had driven her home Margot had gotten worried. It wasn’t late, only 8:30. It was of course a Monday night, a school night. But still shouldn't dates break curfew or at least some of the rules? He had not kissed her the whole date. Not even in the Tunnel of Love. He just sat close to her with his arm around her lazily drawing circles on her shoulder. Did he just not like PAD?

But now he was dropping her off at her house. They would then share a good night kiss. Margot had been thinking of it for most of the drive. Would be as intense as their first kiss, or more like a quick one, like their second. Would she moan again? Would he?

Santiago put the car in park, this was a good sign assumed Margot, as Santiago turned towards her leaning over. But instead of kissing her, he undid his seatbelt. Margot flushed a little and turned to face the front of the car. Would he want more than a kiss? Would she want to give more in the front seat of his car, in front of her house? But before any of these questions were even fully formed in Margot’s head, she heard the driver’s door one and shut, and was shocked to find her door now open, with Santiago holding his hand out for her.

Margot undid her seatbelt and then took Santiago’s hand. He walked her to the front of her steps. He pulled on her hand just slightly so that she turned to face him.

“I had a really fun time. I hope you enjoyed your first real date.”

All Margot could do was smile, she had gotten all flustered thinking of them kissing again that she had lost her nerve to say anything.

“Good,” He said, as he leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. Santiago then turned around and walked back to his car. Leaving Margot to question what had just happened.