Beginning

Dry smoke rushes out your mouth. I’m surrounded and intoxicated. You look at me, notice my hesitation, and contemplate. Our plastic chairs are very near one another. You toss the paper and lean in. The plastic bends. I hold still. You’re coming closer. Reaching further. Tilting slightly. Your lips are separated and red. They press against mine. Slick, warm, tight, hard. The muscles beneath wave into me. My muscles wave back. We are touching. We are closing in. Hands begin to flow. To the ears, the hair, the neck, and chest. We hope to keep throbbing. It’s our first kiss.