Ten

'Well,' said Lisa, returning to my pokey living room. 'I'd better be going.'

I nodded, not willing to risk speech. I was relieved she was leaving and nothing had happened, but I was also disappointed. There had to be something more behind her visit.

She wrestled a scrap of paper from her tight-jeans pocket and laid it on the sofa cushion. 'In case you want it.'

I picked up it up, the numbers written in a stylish hand. I wondered for a moment, but of course she lived with Mike.

'Nina's,' she said and very slightly pouted like it wasn't quite fair.

'Right.' I waved the paper in the air. 'Thanks.'

'Will you call her?'

Definitely not. 'Um, maybe.'

'Or has somebody else already got your attention?'

I faked a smile as if that wasn't likely while I wondered how her naked skin would feel pressed against mine.

She turned and I followed her swaying hips all the way to the garage door. I pulled it up and as I straightened I found my face to be just two inches from Lisa's. Her eyes, large and brown stared unblinkingly up at me and her lips parted ever so slightly. She bit the inner edge of her bottom lip and then moistened it with her tongue.

My heart hammered and I ejected Hermione's warning shouts with the rest of my brain processing ability. Lisa moved closer, a big-cat stalking its prey. I stood riveted still by the hypnotic pull of her eyes. Her fragrance drifted over me; an intimate blanket of calm. Her mouth stopped, just millimetres away from mine. My lips tingled with the anticipation of her touch. Curiosity, longing and desire flooded my senses and I completed the journey of our lips, pushing gently down.

Her tongue entered my mouth. I failed to respond, expecting... I don't know... a first kiss, gentle, uncertain. She pulled away, her magnetic eyes searching my face for what was wrong. The sudden absence of her touch made me ache for more and I pulled her into me, sharing her taste as she had mine.

Her lips were soft, sweet but strong, her kiss, more alluring the longer it lasted. Her body melted into mine, her back curving into my embrace. Her skin, soft as dew laden grass, radiated an inner fire demanding to be unleashed. Her hair, thick and luscious spilled over my roaming hand that finally settled on the satisfying curve of her butt cheek.

I don't know how long it lasted. It seemed too short but we knew it had been too long. I didn't know what to say as I stood there with my thumb caressing her cheek. It seemed Lisa didn't either. She cupped my hand and kissed it then let it slide away from her. She backed her way down the driveway as I braced myself against the bricks. She waved once and gave a smile, an odd mix of joy, confusion and sadness.

I stood there, long after she had gone. The slight breeze chilling the feel of her wet lips still fresh on my face. A kiss like that… I couldn't live the rest of my life without more, but how could I live with myself if I got them?

It squelched like doo doo.

Eleven