At heart I'm a very, very nervous guy always worried about making the first move or telling a girl my true feelings. This cowardice has always limited my sex life and the only times I've made love has been well into serious relationships, never having anything remotely close to a one night stand. This has one exception, a night of intense passion which I know I will never forget.
That night I had seen a local band with Chris his girlfriend (Emily) and her best friend (Jennifer.) When closing time came I knew Chris wanted rid of Jennifer for obvious reasons. So I offered to walk Jennifer home whilst Chris took the car. This suggestion went down well and we set off saying our goodbyes and making future plans.
It was a pleasant night and Jennifer's house wasn't too far so we just took a slow walk together. Now it may seem like a gentlemanly offer but I admit I had other motives. I was in love with Jen. We had met when Chris started going out with Emily and I had been attracted to her from the start. Jennifer had gorgeous curly red hair that rested on her shoulders and devastating green eyes with long lashes. She had a slight frame but still very feminine. When I first met her she had huge dark sunglasses on and when she took them off I was blown away by how beautiful she was. Her pouty lips gave a smile that let me know that this girl would be on my mind for months.
We actually spent a lot of time together (Chris requested my company saying that me being funny took pressure from him) and I loved every excuse to be near Jen. After a while I gave up all hope of getting together with her though. She was smart, funny and far too perfect for me. I was amazed at how witty she was, biting and sharp without being insulting. We became friends in our own right I often accompanied her shopping and to the movies (we had very similar tastes.) I honestly could not get enough of her.
We walked and as the temperature dropped she linked my arm. This wasn't uncommon but it still made my heart pound furiously. I could smell her hair which is a scent I couldn't describe. We joked at how bad the band where and how they desperately wanted to sound like every bland pop punk band. She quipped that they certainly achieved the bland part at which point I turned and smiled at her. I looked into her eyes and she smiled back stunning me with how beautiful she looked tonight. She had on a simple white shirt, black jacket and pleated skirt. She didn't wear much make up as her perfect milky white skin never needed it. Tonight though her lips glistened in the street light with lip gloss. That was when something completely unexpected happened... she kissed me.
I saw her close her eyes and lean into me and I immediately took my chance. Our lips met and it felt better than any kiss in my life. Her lips tasted of strawberries (the lip gloss I guess) and were soft and inviting. I began to get my bearings and placed one hand at the small of Jen's back whilst I used the other hand to run my fingers through her silky hair. This was better than I could have ever imagined.
She slid her tongue inside of my mouth and expertly moved it around mine. I responded by pulling her in closer and kissing her as passionately as I could. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and looked hard into my eyes.