The No Kiss First Kiss

by Eric Disco
Sep 10

We’ve just met. We’re toward the end of our first drink, sitting in this bar.

I’ve been bantering with her a little. Connecting with her a little. A little bit of kino on the arm.

Then I drop all conversation. I could continue to banter or connect, but I don’t. Instead I just sit there and look her in the eye.

I don’t care if it makes her uncomfortable or makes her feel like she has to say something. I’m not smiling. The tension begins to build.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say as I grab her hand and stand up.

“I’m not finished with my drink,” she says.

“I don’t care,” I respond.

We walk out the door of the bar down a long empty hallway that leads to the street. Before we get to the door that leads to the street I grab her hand and push her up against the wall.

She’s looking at me like a deer in headlights. She’s ready to be kissed.

I move in toward her lips. I don’t kiss her but barely graze them as I start to kiss her on the neck, my hands running up her jeans, then around her waist.

I grab her hair with one hand, push her back against the wall and start to bite her neck. She gasps and pulls me toward her.

A moment later, not having kissed her, I turn and grab her hand and say “let’s go.”

We walk back to my apartment, hand-in-hand. She doesn’t know where we’re going until we get there. I won’t tell her.

The keys come out of my pocket and we walk in the foyer of the five-floor walk-up. Turn the corner up the first flight of the brightly lit staircase.

Again, up against the wall. She feels my mouth on her neck and my hands scraping up her jeans. Anyone could see us if they walked out of their apartment.

She wants to kiss me but I won’t. I pull her up the stairs by the hand instead.

We get to my front door and I push her up against the wall. I bite her ear and then whisper “You can’t come in, that would be bad.”

“Okay,” she barely murmurs, my body pressed against hers.

I pull back and unlock the door. I pull her into the apartment. I walk her into the bedroom.

She is in front of me facing away as I put my arms around her waist. I dip my hands into the front of her jeans, into her panties. She turns to me to be kissed.

Our open mouths meet.

She’s soaking wet.

My tongue sinks into her waiting mouth as we fall to the bed.

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posted in Sex and Escalation

COMMENTS
5 responses
Candy says:

Great story…REALLY great. As in, ‘I want some of that’ great. The ending was kinda pushing the edge, but…in a good way ;) . You should write like that more often. Gives guys the right idea.

Alex_B says:

I’m curious, up to the point at the end, did you kiss her at all? Or do you generally just let her anticipate it the whole date?

Alex_B says:

I’m curious Eric, up to the point at the end, did you kiss her at all? Or do you generally just let her anticipate it the whole date?

Cameron says:

“I’m curious Eric, up to the point at the end, did you kiss her at all?”

No, he didn’t.

Eric Disco says:

I actually did kiss her at the end/when we started to get super sexual. This is just about waiting until you’ve already gotten really sexual with her to kiss her.

Eric

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