Margot’s Rumour

An Opening

--POV Santiago--

“You’ve never been kiss!?”  I said in total shock. 

I knew the virgin thing, or at least I suspected but she was that innocent to not be kissed at our age? How the h*ll did that rumour start about her and Mr B. 

  “I HAVE been kissed. Of course. Just not kissed kissed. Like the slow sensual make out style kiss. It’s always been a quick kiss on the lips or a peck. I also have never been on a date that isn’t a group date.”

  “Well” I could hear my voice deepen, as I held her gaze, “We need to fix that immediately!”

  I jerk her off balance with a quick pull of my hand around her waist. She falls against my chest. I bring my free hand under her chin, tilting her face upwards, my finger unclench and wrap around her jaw line. My thumb lightly goes over her soft dewy lips. I look at her lips ready to feel them on mine. And then I look into her eyes, taking them in. She has a look of longing, and her breath is erratic. I look back down at her lips and before I can bring myself close enough I pause, just enough that she naturally pulls closer to me as her tongue lightly goes over her top lip wetting it. I doubt she knows she’s doing this or how I am holding back from taking her more than just her first real kiss. 

 But I can hold back just enough to slowly bring my lips to hers. Sandwich her top lip between my own. Waiting just a second to feel her lips move in almost a quiver. And then I start to move playfully at first with just her lips. Then harder as my tongue starts to search for hers. I moan as my tongue finally meets her’s. 

  My hand wraps tighter around her waist, pressing her body closer to mine. As my other hand drifts into her hair. I wrap it around my finger pulling it slightly to control her head and deepen the angle. She moans now. And I slow my pace. Remembering this is her first grown up real kiss.

I come to a stop, resting my forehead on hers. “Well that fixed”

She stayed in my arms. Not moving. I hoped, oh god did I hope, it was from me kissing her so well that she had lost all ability to move just basking in the afterglow. But the longer her silence went on the more I feared I had jumped the gun. 

What if this played into exactly what she thought. It was already clear, as much as she denied it, that she thought I was capable of forcing myself on her. And now here I was, having just forced myself on her lips. Taking a real adult kiss from her. What if she was saving it. What had I done! Oh god, do I play it cool, do I say something.

She moaned. My heart leapt, please let it be a good moan. It felt like a good moan. I dared to lift my forehead off of hers, so that I could see her face, her eyes. I was so frightened. What would I see, happiness, annoyance, or fear.

My eyes warily make their way to her face. She is not looking up at me, her hair is covering her face so I cannot read her expression. I take her chin in my hand, she does not move away.  Is that a good sign, I dare to hope.  I delicately push up her chin so her face is visible. She opens her eyes.  I can see a small smile begin to form on her lips.

“So can you cross off receive a real kiss from your list of high-school experiences?”  I say with humour, but I need to know the answer.  That this is what she wanted.  That it was what she had built up in her mind as a real kiss. 

Her eyes go down, and she starts to blush.  I loosen my grip on her chin, and she starts to nod in agreement. I am so giddy that I kiss her again this time just quickly, a sharp and fast kiss.  I do not think I can pull away again if I have another one of these so-called real kisses.  I would go too far, too quickly, and there was so much I wanted to do with Margot.

Bouncing off her lips I let her go, and walk to the bed to pick up my wallet, calling to her with my outstretched hand,  “Now that that's fixed,  let’s fix that never been on a real date.”