Story Excerpt: The Kiss

This is a short story I began about two years ago and forgot about. It was a story about a young woman reflecting on how much enjoyed her boyfriends kisses. I really have no idea where I was going with it and so thought it would be a good plot bunny or creative writing prompt for someone looking for inspiration.

As always, it certainly is possible that someone else has already plucked this idea out of the ether and written the story so you may want to be on the look out for that if you choose to use this idea. Otherwise this idea is public domain. The plot, characters, settings, names etc are all free for you to use with no expectation of reimbursement. Have fun.

Kiss

His kisses came in three flavors.

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There was the quick peck. Reserved for those times when his desire to kiss her coincided sharply with his acute aversion to public displays of affection. There was the couple kiss. The range of various lip touching that he felt free to bestow upon her as long as they were in a private setting. And then there were his nuclear kisses. These were the ones that had the same effect on her as the dropping of the H-bomb did on Hiroshima.

Devastating.

The randomness in which she received them last one was maddening but she could always tell she was about to get one right before he kissed her.

It starts when he stops listening. Unlike other men who only waited to talk, he truly listened. So when he suddenly deteriorates into the polite acknowledgment sounds that people made when they were only half listening, she perked up. She would look to find him staring at her lips as if mesmerized. As if their very movement were apart of some enthralling movie that he just couldn’t tear himself away from.

She learned to stop talking, no matter what the topic. Conversation could be restarted at any time. Receiving these delicious kissed, however, required that he be in the mood to give them and that mood sometimes passed as quickly as it came.

Her silence would draw his deep green eyes to hers. Sometimes he would smile softly and touch her face. Other times he would just stare at her as though the meaning of life could be found in her face. Then his head would descend and she would close her eyes and wait impatiently for the few milliseconds it took to pass before she felt his lips on hers.

Sometimes she would try to analyze why this kiss evoked so much more emotion in her than the others. She would try to separate herself from the experience to see exactly what he did differently but so far she had yet to do it. From the very moment his lips touched hers, he consumed her attention.

They would press against hers for a long moment at first, withdraw and return.