Six months later, almost to the day, I went on a first date with a guy from my Victorian Literature course. Tall, red headed, and green eyed. Majoring in English, just like me. Saying he was "my type" would be an understatement.

The date went well. We spent three hours at a cafe attached to a bookshop, sipping on different teas and sifting through new novels to read. He actually managed to strip away my social anxiety and made me feel comfortable. At least, until the end of the night.

When it came time for us to say goodbye, outside of my dorm building and under a cluster of stars, his lips inched a little too close to mine.

"We should go out again next week," he said, his pupils flicking from my eyes to my lips.

And that's when I did the unthinkable. The thing everyone had told me to avoid doing at all costs. I said, "I've never actually done this before."

"Sex on the first date?" he asked with a little laugh. "I didn't even know I was invited upstairs."

"I meant kissing. I've never kissed anyone."

"Oh."

And that was the moment when I expected him to leave. Expected him to call me weird or a prude, and then be on his merry way.

Instead, he brought his lips even closer, so that they almost brushed mine when he spoke. "I've never been anyone's first kiss before," he said.

"No?" I asked, incapable of thinking of a longer response. My brain was focused on what was about to happen. On how soft his lips looked. On how badly I wanted to feel them against mine.

"Nope," he said, his voice low. "It's an honor, really."

When he finally pushed his lips against mine, I didn't move. I just let his mouth surround my bottom lip, then my top lip, then my bottom one again.

After a few stunned seconds, I let my body respond. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, feeling the stubble from the end of his haircut, and sucked on his lower lip. He tasted like the green tea we'd drank earlier.

When he ran his tongue over my lips, I parted them just enough to let it inside. It swirled around mine, but before we could get carried away, I pushed my palm against his thick chest to stop him.

The kiss was worth the wait, and I knew the sex would be, too.

** That's the whole story! I hope you enjoyed it! **