Chapter 1

We lay there, amidst the stacks, breathing hard, coming down from a most incredible experience. Bindy looked over at me and I at her.

“That was unbelievable,” I said.

“And you’re positive that was your first time ever?” she asked.

“Absolutely. And I can’t imagine it being any better than that. I know it sounds strange, but thank you. You were wonderful.”

Belinda giggled. “You’re most welcome. I’m happy that I could be your first.”

Let me back up a bit, since I jumped in at the end.

I grew up in the midwest and was attending a small midwest college. It was the middle of my junior year and my roommate and his girl introduced me to her roommate, Belinda. She always went by Bindy. When we first met, it was just a mutual kind of friendship. She had a boyfriend, of sorts. I found out soon enough they were on the outs and would probably not last long. My roomie & his girl, Bindy & I would hang out quite often at the student center, sometimes go out for dinners or desserts at a local place and just have lots of fun together.

It wasn’t long after Bindy’s breakup with her guy that things changed. The four of us were out for an evening. Dee, my roomie’s girl, wanted Bindy to put the guy out of her mind, so we went mini-golfing at this great little place near the school. While putting on one of the holes, something got said between Dave & Dee about kissing.

“You have thin lips, so it’s just okay,” he accused.

“You’re kidding right? Please tell me you’re kidding,” Dee replied.

“Well, no, not really. It doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy it, but...”

“Man, oh man,” Bindy whispered in my ear. “He is in some deep shit now.”

“Oh yeah. I don’t think there’s any comeback possibilities for him tonight,” I reponded. “He’s gonna be mighty lonely later.”

“He’s right, though. She has really thin lips. My guy had thin lips and, well, I enjoy kissing, but it wasn’t great since they were so thin,” she confessed to me. “You, on the other hand, must be a great kisser. You have great looking lips.”

My face flushed. “Thanks, I guess. I’ve never been complemented on my lips before.”

“Too bad. I bet you could make a girl swoon with just your lips.”

“Really? Swoon? I’ve only ever kissed a few girls seriously, but I don’t remember them swooning.” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation at a min-golf course while my roomie and his girl were getting into their argument big time now.

“Oh yeah,” Bindy said. “Swoon. Closed-eyes, held-breath, finger-clenching swoon, is what I’m thinking. But, you’re probably too shy to ever find out.”

She had me there. Having grown up in the midwest, out in the country on rural farm ground, being shy was almost a standard requirement. Once I got to know someone, I was pretty social, but it took a while to warm up to people. But this conversation, as well as the setting, was getting me a bit worked up.

“Oh you think so, do you? Well, maybe you don’t know me so well,” was my come back to her. Sticking out my chin a bit, I wanted to take advantage of this. “Maybe I’ll just have to challenge you to a kiss off and see if I can make you swoon.”

I could tell Bindy was rising to the occasion. Whether it was due to her recent (just a day ago) break-up or whether her feisty spirit was coming to the fore, she was going to move on this one.

“And maybe I’ll just take that challenge.”

“Okay,” I said with force, “you name the place, I’ll name the time.”

“Why not tonight. Let’s leave these two ‘lovebirds’ to their arguing and we’ll see who makes who swoon.”

“Fine,” I replied. “Hey, Dave!”

“What?” Dave yelled back, letting his anger at Dee be directed at me for just a second.

“Bindy & I are gonna take off. You and Dee can practice your wedge shots on each other. We’re outta here.”

Dee shot a fiery look at Bindy, but never missed a beat, as she lashed out at Dave. Apparently it was his fault our time had been spoiled and they were fighting. Sheesh, what a mess.

I drove Bindy around awhile until it got dark. Then I pulled into a secluded spot on the far end of campus, where no one ever came. Turning off the car, I turned to face Bindy. Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed my face and kissed me. I’m not talking about just a friendly peck on the lips. I’m talking “Hello, sailor, it’s been such a long, long time” kinda kiss. Our lips had barely been together before I felt her tongue begin to search out the inner recesses of my mouth. My tongue responded by swirling around hers, exploring the inside of her mouth as well. Breathing was growing heavier and deeper as we continued one of the longest lip locks I’d ever experienced. Finally, she pulled back.

“Is that a swoon, I see,” I teased.

“No, this is not a swoon,” she said breathlessly. “This is nearly a drop-dead faint. That was amazing.”

Again the blushing. “Thanks,” was all I could find to say. Not only was I shy, I was bashfully humble as well.

“Give me another minute or two and maybe we’ll try that again,” she said. “Maybe if I screw up my courage, I won’t go all weak-in-the-knees so fast.”

I chuckled, she giggled and I leaned over to kiss her again. This time, rather than feeling like there was something to prove, I just let it happen. So did she. Gently, lingeringly, longingly, we kissed. Sometimes a tongue would slip through; other times it was just tender kissing with lips.

She tasted so sweet. The scent of her perfume, the soft, silky touch of her hair as I ran my hands through it, were all working their magic on me. My state of arousal was being felt, and not just in my accelerated heartbeat. I broke it off.

“What? What’s the matter?” she implored. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, god no,” I breathed. “Absolutely the opposite. You’re doing everything all too well.”

“What do you mean by that?” The tone of her question told me she had a pretty good idea, but she was going to make me tell her.

Slightly flushed, I sighed. “You’re so good. I mean, you lips. They feel so great. And you tongue ... er, well, it’s taste is so sweet. And my gosh, I love, just love the feel of the touch of your hair. It’s all a bit overwhelming; so much ... so fast.”

I leaned back in my seat, set my hands on the steering wheel in front of me and stared out the foggy windshield. Bindy leaned over towards me. I could feel her breath on my ear and neck.

“I’m not going to apologize. I kind of set you up for this, didn’t I? But I’m not sorry. You really are a great kisser.”

“Thanks,” I said.