We're at a party? Gosh, I've never been kissed that intensely during a party. I remember bringing a date to a party an ex was throwing. The ex had become more like a big brother, and as my big bro, he wanted to see if this new guy was good enough for me. Strangely, some people were at the party who already knew my date. They greeted each other affectionately (but... like... hood affection) and my date and my ex had a brief but pleasant chat. We sat on a lovely sofa. And then I became the only woman in the room. No. In the world! The music was too loud for a quiet conversation, so we spent the entire party whispering into each other's ears. I had intended to socialize. I think he did too. But we got wrapped up in each other.
He had to leave much earlier than I did. In a reversal of his usual M.O. of taking the very long train ride to my stop at the top of the Bronx even though he lived in Brooklyn, I walked him to the subway. I don't think this was our first kiss, but it was one of the hottest. I tugged gently on his dreadlocks to encourage him to bring his face closer to me. He folded me up in his lanky arms, slid his nose along mine until I could taste his breath. I closed the distance and captured his lower lip. We stood like that, kissing intently at the top of the subway steps, and Crown Heights silently evaporated. Winter warmed. He pulled out just a smidge too soon for me and I stole a final kiss. As I did, the shift in position pressed his erection fleetingly against my thigh. "I like that." He whispered three words to my cheek. Without a word more he descended the steps. I watched him go, and Brooklyn returned, and a cold winter wind ushered me back down the street to the warmth of the party.
I felt it. I wanted to see it. But I let him set the pace of that relationship, and he wanted to go slow. Two weeks later we made out in the subway. I was insisting he not ride an hour to my stop, and then two hours to his. It was already past 11 and he had work in the morning. I still feel my face heat up when I walk past the spot. Again he left as soon as I touched his erection. I figure he liked teasing me. I didn't mind the tease.
Another dude took me out to listen to a reggae band and shoot pool over drinks for our first date. He let me win, which annoyed me. I'm not good at pool. I'm happy to lose. But he also kept surprising me with little kisses. A few of those lingered a bit because I wanted them to do. At some point, he held me close and kissed me from just behind my ear to my collarbone. Hot! Evidently he thought so too. My only thought was, "The feeling is mutual!"
