First Kiss Stories: The 900-Mile Drive
Luke was quite charming. I didn’t immediately fall for him, but when I did, it drove me mad that I couldn’t see him every day. Luke and I hadn't met in person; he lived over 900 miles away. But we communicated in a way that made us seem so much closer. I talked to him every day for almost two years before we decided we couldn’t stand not meeting any longer. Previously, I had tried to convince my parents to let me drive up to see him, but they didn’t like the idea. This time, I didn’t tell them. We planned to spend the perfect four-day weekend together. His parents were out of town, and mine would never know since I was at college.
That Friday, I packed my bags and headed north. The journey there was long, but I didn’t mind. I knew he was waiting for me at the end, and that pushed me through the aching exhaustion of the 15-hour drive. It got me through the pure embarrassment of getting lost in a city and having to be escorted out by the police. Around 11 pm, I finally pulled up to his driveway. It was so surreal to see him in person when I never thought I would. I knew he was real, but when I saw him standing there, tall and lanky, well-dressed, with his dirty blonde hair slicked back just like in his pictures. I smiled, because that’s all I could think to do.
Every interaction came so naturally between us; it didn’t feel at all like I was meeting him for the first time. I grew tired soon after my arrival, so we went down to his bedroom to cuddle. We had always talked about how we wished we could cuddle with one another. We talked about it so much that when we were finally able to, it too came naturally. He said our bodies were made to fit each other perfectly. I smiled when he turned out the light and he put his arms around me. He buried his face in my hair and we lay there quietly for a moment.
“Actually, can you turn that light back on for a minute? There’s something I need to do,” he said. I remember giving him a peculiar look in the very few moments before it happened, wondering why on earth he had wanted the light on. It didn't hit me why he did until it was happening. He leaned in and my eyes shot wide open. His lips were on mine, and I could tell he knew what he was doing. But I got nervous and I turned away. I didn’t see his face, but I don’t think he was surprised. He was used to my shyness and knew this was my first kiss.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I told him.
“That’s okay,” he said, smiling, “you’ll get better.” He leaned in and kissed me again. I didn’t move my lips because I didn’t know yet that I had to.
“Ah,” he sighed, “I’d wanted to do that for so long.” He leaned over and turned out the light again. After a few minutes I started giggling. He asked me what I was laughing at, but I told him it was nothing. I was just so happy to be there. I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect everything was.
After a few minutes Luke spoke again.
“Are you smiling?” he asked.
“I am,” I told him.
“Good, me too.”
By Emily C.