23 Kissing Stories

Friends With Benefits Kiss

He pulls up in front of my apartment and kills the engine. “I really enjoyed our time together.” He says with a husky voice.

“The same for me.” I smile at him. “Good night, Xandor. Thanks for the ride.”

“Let me walk you to your door.”

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary—”

“Please. I’d prefer to see you safely inside.”

I sigh. “Fine. If you insist.”

He follows me up the stairway and stands at the end of the porch, waiting while I dug in my purse.“I don’t usually fumble for the key, I’ll have you know,” I tell him. “Normally, I’d have it in my hand. I’m a little off my game tonight.”

I open the door, and look up, opening my mouth to say goodbye as a  wild energy suddenly arcs between us. The breathless silence feels charged with possibility.

I hold the door open and shift back, making room for him to come inside.
I close the door after he follows me, hang the keys on the wall, drop my purse on the couch and stand there waiting. Seconds passing.

“Is there something you wanted to say to me?” My voice sounding soft.

"Yes. But not in words." He replys. He touches my jaw, then my cheekbones, with his fingertips. The warmth of my hands come to rest on top of his, brushing along his fingers, then pressing his hands against my face. "God, you're so beautiful." He says.

Scolding voices in my head yap at me. We shouldn’t be doing this. It's irresponsible. Being friends with benefits is not fun anymore. Something else takes me over. Something hungry, restless, prowling.
This is going to blow up in my face, and there will be no one to blame but myself.

The voices fade to a background buzz. Distant, irrelevant. And then he is kissing me.

Wildly, like he's starving for me, he proposes. "Why don't we skip the friends with benefits part and we go straight to a serious relationship?"