Kiss and Tell

I had skipped my final period math class, biked two miles, and arrived at her house.  She opened the back door for me and we stashed my bike in the big pine tree in her front yard.  No one was home except her her and me.  She led me up to her room, smiling warmly, a little nervous.  Of course if I said I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying.  I'd never done anything like this before.

She sat me down on her bed.  She had a plush pink comforter with matching pillows.  She sat next to me, and we waited for some grand force to tell us when to kiss.  I turned towards her, closed my eyes, and leaned in for a kiss.  

Our mouths danced awkwardly against each other, a improvised recreation of Sixteen Candles, hopefully, my seventh grade mind thought, going towards something more American Pie.  Her mouth tasted like Listerine, lip gloss, and artificial grape.  She pulled back taking with her a long string of shared saliva.  After an awkward laugh, we kissed again, this time longer, more experienced I suppose, as their was no spit hanging from our lips when we finished this time.  Making out was so new and exciting, so we kept kissing until her sister caught us, and chased me out of the house with a heel.

After you lose your virginity, and everyone starts shtupping, no one seems to kiss any more.  Long gone are the make out sessions of High School in favor of an informal fuck with none of the run around.  There is something to be said about the beauty of a kiss, and if I were a better writer I would say it, but I'm not so here is clumsy attempt at an explanation.  

The kiss is like a handshake between lovers.  It has subtle tells which allow you to know someone more deeply sexually.  The amount of tongue, lip biting, the passion, the aggression, all of these create a sense of someone's sexual identity. A kiss is something both intimate and sexual.  An expression of attraction, love, wants, and needs, all in a silent exchange between one another.