First Kiss (part two) Hot

November 1969 - Man who speaks too often with his mouth full, probably won't notice when it's time to stop eating.  Dyllon's Law

I was fifteen by the time I experienced my first French kiss. Like my first regular kiss, it was hard to forget. By the time it did happen, I'd kissed a few girls but this one was different. Myself and a friend landed at her house after school and this is what I remember.

The old tan window shade was not doing its job. I squinted as the afternoon sun found a way around the side of the area not covered by the curtain. In the background, probably coming from the bedroom, I could hear Tommy James and the Shondells singing I Think We're Alone Now. Regan returned to the living room and sat next to me on the couch. The small talk we were having before she left to get something to eat from the kitchen, did not seem to be resuming. I felt a little unsettled as if there was some expectation to fulfill but as I smelled the food she had brought in, for some reason, I felt more relaxed. All I could think of was that I wanted to kiss her.

She laid the cup of tea and plate, on the table next to her. After Regan smiled at me, she quickly licked her lips and then looked down. The light from the side table lamp, in combination with the sunlight, caused a golden shine to her seemingly soft skin. This made for a sweet enticement but still, I wasn't sure.

"You certain you don't want something to eat" Regan spoke first.

"No, thanks" I responded. "I'm good for now."

"Suit yourself" she said.

She began by taking small bites of the frank as I started talking about someone at school. Her white teeth showed for a brief moment as she bit into the rolled meat. Regan found me staring at her mouth but I looked away and kept speaking as if I hadn't been. Was she doing that on purpose? Was all that chewing a tease of some kind? I realized that, as usual, I was over thinking the situation. This time alone with her was now becoming comfortable and I felt at home. I decided to stop thinking.

Before she was totally finished what was in her mouth, I took the half-eaten roll from her hand and placed it back on it's plate. As I did this, she did not say a word but I could hear her swallowing. This one quiet sound agreed with me that she not only was in acceptance of my obvious moves but wanted to clear her mouth, just in case. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her head tilted in the direction of my lips. I guessed this was her silent way of letting me know that we were of like minds. I kissed her cheek a second time and then turned toward her mouth.

We kissed, lightly at first, more like two kids puckering-up but that changed after Regan felt my fingertips firmly squeezing the back of her neck. As I pressed forward, I ran the tip of my tongue gently along the outer edges of her lips. To my shock, not only were Regan's lips parting but her slippery soldier reached forward to meet mine. This was so different from any kiss I had experienced before. Our tongues were having their own personal battle which neither cared to win. It was when I placed my hand on her back and then pulled her closer, that I finally heard Regan moan. For the first time, I opened my eyes a bit only to see that Regan's were shut tight. I closed my eyes and found that I was becoming lost in the sweet nectar that was Regan. In my excitement, I placed my other hand on her rib cage and continued the kiss which was now becoming increasingly torrid.

Unfortunately, what was about to happen next would have to wait because the key to the front door on the other end of the room was turning. She and I sat up in enough time to see her little sister struggle through the doorway with two bags of groceries. Regan jumped up from the couch to help carry them in and I stayed put on the couch. The little sister peered in my direction and gave me a "Why didn't you help" look. I would have gotten up if I could have but I was simply trying to be polite.

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