Secrets.

by Rosalind
(New England)

Reader Post: 'Okay, so it wasn't my first EVER kiss, but it was my first kiss from this guy. We were at this party; it wasn't massive maybe like 40 people at a close friend's house. He and his friend turned up late, and I'd had a few drinks already so I was pretty relaxed, not that I'm at all uptight as it is.

I have a little bit of a reputation as a party girl. Not like a slut, I'm actually still a virgin.

He strolled into the kitchen with a completely relaxed smile, almost kinda cocky, and when he extended his smile greeting to me, he showed his perfect teeth. Even that gave me butterflies because I knew this guy was seriously hot and that smile was an obvious flirty smile. He was georgeous. Half Australlian with beautifully tanned skin, THE perfect smile, deep green eyes, high cheek bones and light brown curly hair.

It was dark outside when I went into the garage where a group of my friends were smoking. I absolutely hate smoking so stayed on the outside of the group even though I was encouraged to join my friends. The guy was also hovering on the outside of the group of about 10 and edged his way over to me. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and we got talking. We bonded on the fact that we both despised drugs and smoking but had no objection with the beautiful wonders of alcohol and that it was too cold to be outside but too hot in the relatively small house with lots of bodies.

When I was shoved by a drunk idiot I hit my head on something hanging on the brick wall behind me. We laughed and I excused myself to go and get another drink.

A little while later, we were in the kitchen with a group of about 10 again. We decided to play the drinking game 'I Never'.

Every time I brought my head back down from taking a shot, I'd find his green eyes lingering over mine and a sly, playful smile hovering over his lips.

I bit my lip and smiled in response.

Our little game and flirty eyes were interupted when 'No Tomorrow' by Orson came on the incredulously loud speakers in the living room. It's one of my favourite songs and I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room to go and dance. Everyone was too caught up in their own dancing and partners and the beat of the song to notice us fooling around, doing wicked air guitar and drums and singing until our throats were sore.

After the song finished we collapsed into laughter and hugged. He pulled away and looked down at me, whispering "Come on". He pulled me by the hand through the weave of dancers. I took the lead and led him through the sliding back door onto a patio.


I turned around to see his face loom closer to mine, the hue of the light from the house behind him. His bright eyes were glinting and his cheeky smile flashing. He wrapped his arms low on my waist to keep me still. He held me gently but I could feel the muscles in his arms.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he asked, already leaning towards me. I opened my lips to reply and felt his mouth touch mine. "Kiss back," I whispered back breathily. And then he kissed me. Pushing his soft lips firmly onto mine and pulling me up closer towards his body. I ran my fingers through his hair and then back down his toned back. He held one hand to my neck and kept the other at my waist, constantly pulling me closer.

I pulled my lips off his and smiled breathily, looking up at him as he opened his eyes and stared down at me, a full-on grin spreading over his face.

"Good Answer," he grinned. I grinned in return and shivered. "C'mon," he ushered, guiding me towards some patio furniture and pulling two seats up so we sat knee to knee.

We both leant foward on our elbows and gripped each others hands. He kissed me again and again and slowly and tenderly until we were interupted by drunken friends.

We kissed in private all night, and both wanted a relationship. But as one of my brother's friends, it wasn't going to happen. I've kissed guys since and no doubt he's kissed girls but whenever we're at a party together, he'll give me that flirty smile from across the room, and as soon as there's an oppertunity, he'll pull me aside and kiss me like a princess. Telling me Im beautiful and that he misses my kisses.

We keep our encounters private, but nothing has ever gone beyond a cheeky feel. He's a perfect gentleman and the best kisser ever. Only one of our mutual friends know that we hook up like we do - and he keeps it a secret for us.

It was one of the best nights of my life, everything that happend after that first kiss on the patio was just epic. Every kiss. Every Smile. Every knowing look. Every dance. Every hug meant so much more.

If I had an option, I'd be with him and I'd like to think he'd want to be with me.'