Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

Kiss. (Story)

Okay so this is truly going to be a story finally sorry it took so long.

A close friend of mine, who I'll call SC for the sake of secrecy. and I had finally figured out a time to get together at my house. This all stemmed from the both of us missing affectionate physical contact and the fact that we were already very very close. SC got to my house at around 2 and she stayed until 10. We cuddled some and talked a lot and my parents, not to rail them, made some insensitive comments. They didn't know, but I still felt bad for her because she laughed it off amazingly but I knew it probably hurt her somewhat. After dinner, we watched a movie, and we were laying on one seat of a reclining couch, so we were in pretty close contact. Honestly, it was then that night that I most felt like leaning over and kissing her. I mean, we already had a deep emotional connection. We had been cuddling and just generally very close the whole night. Her personality was addictive, her voice was sweet, and her laugh was almost as beautiful as she was. But, I didn't. It wasn't long before I found out that that was a good choice. I texted with her barely into the AM side of the night. I told her that I liked her, and boy, what a dumb move that was. Long story short, she didn't like me back. I went to bed in tears, disappointed I did that, and even more disappointed he was a no. Manly, not by a long shot, but this was coming after a minimal two day break from emotional stress.

Two days earlier I had gotten a different girl to verify that she definitely didn't like me. To sum up, she had told me earlier in the year that she liked me but wasn't ready to date. So I made it clear to her that I just wanted to know where she stood. It was a no, she wasn't ready and I don't think she liked me either.

Anyway, it's half past midnight when I tell SC that I'm turning in for the night. We bid each other good night and I go to bed tear-streaked and hurt. I figure that that would be the end of it.

I was up around 7 the next morning, unfortunately. I wanted to sleep later. I roll over to check my phone and SC texted me after I went to sleep. I mean, a lot of texts. So I groggily open up my phone and read trough them. She had basically rescinded her no. She was still scared of saying yes, but it certainly wasn't a no anymore. I tried to keep my hopes down, because I'd done this before and I was not going to get my hopes up again. So I text her. At 7 in the morning. SC doesn't go to bed until 2 am normally, so I didn't expect her to get back to me for a little while. She responded immediately. We talked for two hours and she came to the conclusion she knew she liked me but she was scared of ruining the friendship we had. She also knew that I liked another girl, the one I had talked to two days earlier. This poems she wrote described her position pretty perfectly:

"
i want you to
push me up against a wall
like you said you did to her
in your dreams.
but you broke down
my walls
and i let you
and she won't
even give you an answer.
she's made of heaven
and laced with perfection.
she's an angel
and there seems to be nothing
nothing
nothing
i could do to
pull you away from her.
"

We decided we were dating. We were dating. I was dating SC. It took a moment or several for that to sink in. We quickly decided that we wanted to see each other more so we ended up getting together that same day. It turns out, she had wanted to kiss me too.

I went to her house this time. SC has a loft where her bed is in her room. It's really cool actually. Regardless we talked for a little and cuddled for a while. We only had three hours that day, so we got right down to it. She had shared the aforementioned poem with me earlier that day actually. So I knew she wanted to kiss me. We probably had only about 45 minutes left, when we were both sitting up, not to far from each other. I started to go for a kiss but I backed away because I remembered, I'd never kissed anyone before. She had noticed, and she started it for the both of us. May I just say, wow. It was quite the kiss regardless, but it was a very magical first kiss. SC and I have both said it, we didn't expect a kiss to turn into much, if anything. We were so very wrong. It turned into almost 45 minutes of making out and neither of us expected that. It started off pretty minimally. Just us, sitting there, kissing. I was a little nervous, to say the least. I was shaky and amazed at the same time and we took a break to breathe. It was then that I remembered the poem.

"
i want you to
push me up against a wall
like you said you did to her
in your dreams.
"

I had said that I dreamt of pushing the other girl I had liked, up against a wall, and kissing her and just being done with it. I never did, but there were times I had wanted to. So, I climbed down the ladder and invited me to join you.
"What are you doing?" SC asked.
"Come here," I said, climbing down the ladder.
"But what are you doing?"
"Just follow me."
She obliged. And I did just what she said she wanted. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her and she kissed back. I'll detail it in a later poem, but it was amazing. I came away with weak knees and a stumble backwards.
"This is awesome," she said.
"As much as water is wet," I responded.
We climbed back up to check the time, and stayed up there. We kissed some more. Again, sparing details, we made out and then we panicked when we heard someone coming. It ended up being no one, and we got right back to it. Unfortunately, time had other plans, and decided to stop us. I had to go. We climbed down the ladder and kissed and were so very close to doing it again.  I stopped her and myself from getting trapped in that again, no matter how much I wanted to. I miss her already. We're dating and I still miss her and something tells me that's never going to change unless I'm with her.