A chance for a kiss (originally by crueldreamer)

(originally by crueldreamer)

Alicia takes a couple of pens, and then hands the box back to you. Your hands touch. Alicia doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to break contact. “Look, ,” she says, “I think I know what you mean.”

“You do?” you ask. Again the thought crosses your mind: is this some kind of scam? Women like Alicia don’t just throw themselves at guys like you. There has to be money involved, nice cars, dinners at fancy restaurants…the works.

“Yeah,” Alicia says. “I’m not blind, . You think I can’t tell when a guy is interested in me? And before I was trying to tell you…I don’t mind.”

Alicia smiles, and your brain struggles to switch gears. If this is a scam, then she seems awfully sincere. Your hands are still touching, both of you grasping the box of pens. Alicia’s eyes are on you, but you have to be careful if you look into them, because you might get lost in there.

“Why don’t you kiss me, ?” Alicia asks. She pauses: “You’re not afraid, are you?”

AFRAID isn’t the word you had in mind. You have an erection in your pants that’s painfully rigid. The rest of your body seems detached from what’s going on inside your skull. You want to move, but you’re just stuck there…staring.

Alicia closes the distance between you. The box of pens falls to the floor, and then she’s right next to you, so close that her breasts touch your chest, and you can feel that firm yielding through layers of cloth. “Just kiss me,” she says.

You know that a first kiss can mean everything.