The First Kiss (open)

She took his face firmly between tender hands, and bid him, 'hold still, just for a minute'.  She pressed her chaste, decorous mouth against his forehead, then against his left cheek, then against his right, as demurely as a nun; it wasn't enough.  So heart jumping, pulse flying, she gave in, and brushed his lips with her own, for a second longer than was acceptable; terror and desire exploded in the pit of her stomach, but she smiled serenely, and let him back away, stunned.

It was not her first kiss, by thousands... only the first time she meant it.

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