That First Kiss

And then... we fell....

We moved through the air together and fell all the way down to the ground still locked in that first kiss.

It had started out tentative, unsure, those first few movements closer to each other. Our heads titling so lips could meet, then a slight movement away, as if there was some attraction pulling us together, forcing our lips to meet, that we were still uncertain of, still frightened by.

Sometimes there is no turning back, and both of us knew this. Sometimes what is done cannot be undone, ignored or wished away and both of us knew this too. Yet our bodies, our heads, our lips were pulling each other closer as though some force of nature was exerting itself and there was nothing either of us could do.

The grass was soft underneath me as I pulled her down on top of me, and she was soft too under her clothes as my hands found their way inside, in-between the gaps.

Angela's eyes closed. She muttered words of denial and refusal, even as her hands unbuttoned my shirt. Her mouth moved from mine down my chest, saying something about being a married woman. Saying this was wrong, that she shouldn't... and then my trousers were undone and she was kissing lower and lower.

I lay back, looking up at a sky that had seen this sort of thing so many times before. It may have been new to us as a couple, only our first time. But there was nothing unusual in what we were doing, even among people like us who had made solemn vows to be true to other people. At the same time, though, we both thought our situation unique, at least for these first few stolen moments.