Kissing Lessons

“Kissing is something you gotta do to learn it,” Daryl said.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was sure Beth knew how to kiss. Good Lord, she’d had two boyfriends and she was eighteen years old. He looked around for some excuse to leave, but this area of the prison was rarely visited by the others, at least in daytime. He was sure that’s why Beth asked him to meet her here.

“You telling me you never kissed your boyfriends?”

“Yeah, but that was closed mouth. We mostly concentrated on petting.”

“Whoa! Damn, girl. That’s way too much information.”

Beth giggled and stepped back, away from Daryl, covering her mouth with her hands. She could see she’d made him uncomfortable. He was flushed and looked ready to bolt.

“I’m talking tongue kissing. I’ve never done that,” she elaborated.

“Well, find somebody and practice on them,” he said. “You’re cute. You won’t have any problems getting a guy to agree to let you practice.”

“I have found a guy. You.”

Daryl rubbed his hands over his face. “Look, Beth, that just won’t…I can’t…no.”

  “What are you so nervous about? It’s only practice kissing.”

“Beth, people don’t just practice kiss--unh!”

She’d jumped up to him and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Damn it if he didn’t have the willpower to push her away, or do something to stop her. He’d sworn she was using never having French kissed as an excuse to kiss him, but now he realized she’d been telling the truth. It was the most awkward, and yet still intense, kiss of his life and he had so many years of experience on Beth that shouldn’t have been possible.

She pulled back and looked at him expectantly, waiting for a report.

“Well?” she prompted. “What did I do wrong and what did I get right?”

“Well, you lunged at me. That part was wrong,” he said shakily, wishing to God he’d just left before anything could happen. “Maybe you shouldn’t twist your head around so much. Don’t keep your lips and your tongue so stiff. Loosen up, relax into it, let what happens happen naturally.”

Beth nodded. “Okay. I think I understand you.”

This time she leaned up gently slid her tongue into his mouth. She began a gentle caress of his tongue that he responded to. Her lips were soft, supple, and she began to naturally follow his lead. Soon they were breathless, and she moaned into his mouth as she became conscious of just how good this kind of kissing felt. He awakened something in her, a part of her body and mind that would never sleep again, the realization of which excited her.

The kiss drew to its natural conclusion. She stepped away, her eyes closed as he supported her with one hand behind her back. She felt literally high from the act, like she’d taken an amazing drug, and her eyes slowly opened on his.

“Wow,” she said. “That was awesome.”

He nodded in agreement and swallowed. He had the taste of her in his mouth now and he’d never forget it. He’d always want more. “You’re a good student; you’re a really quick learner.”

She thought of what he’d been able to make her feel with just his mouth and she gripped his shirt with her hands. She began to draw him into the empty, abandoned office behind her.

“Know what else I’ve never done?”

“Hopefully everything,” he blurted. He had every intention of still walking away, but his feet refused to carry him in any direction but where she led him.

She smiled and nodded. “I could use some pointers on sex and blow jobs.”

Daryl swallowed. Christ. “I’ve got a few tricks I can show you.”

Once they were inside the office he kicked the door closed behind them.