Arriving at the park early, Kailey walked around the path and found the perfect spot to wait for him. She hopped up on the concrete barrier that framed one end the pond and tried to calm her nerves. She could see the parking lot and entrance to the path and would have time to prepare herself when Griffin got there, you know, remind herself to keep breathing, not pass out from nerves etc…the usual.
She sent a quick text to Harlow to help with the nerves situation because her preparation was not working and she was freaking out.
**Me:** Ok so I’m at the park waiting but omg I’m freaking out. What if he doesn’t show? What if he does but he doesn’t look like his pictures? What if he thinks I don’t look like my pictures? I need help here!!!
**Harlow:** Dude, omg calm your tits! It’s gonna be fine! I mean, unless any of that bullshit you mentioned happens…then you’re fucked and you’ll have to abort the mission and jump in the pond. ?
**Me:** You’re the worst. Officially fired as my bff. Don’t think a smiley face at the end of a dick sentence, cancels out the dickishness of that sentence, ‘cause it doesn’t. What I’m getting at is YOU’RE A DICK!!!
**Harlow:** Aaaaaand now that you’ve had your dick tantrum you’re completely ready. Seriously, you’ll be ok, it’ll be awkward af but he’s gotta be nervous too…right?
I was typing out my “you’re not helping” reply when I got that heebie jeebie feeling, like someone was staring at me and realized I hadn’t been watching for Griffin at all. Lifting my head, I saw him. He was no less than 3 feet in front of me, watching me have a text fight with Harlow and now I was worried I’d been making weird faces or noises, but why didn’t he say something? I stared back, waiting for a greeting of some sort but he didn’t speak at all, and I was paralyzed by fear and embarrassment so that I couldn’t speak either…so we stared at each other for like, a full minute. Holy shit he was hot!
He broke the trance when he moved towards me, still silent but eyes focused on mine. As he got close, his hands landed on my knees, which were together since my dangling feet were crossed at my ankles. Gently he pulled my knees apart, unhooking my ankles to make room for him to stand between my legs, right up against the barrier I was sitting on.
Our silent staring contest continued and he took my phone out of my paralyzed hands and set it on the concrete beside me, then his hands went back to my knees, burning holes in my jeans that already had plenty of holes, expensive ones. Then he moved again, sliding his hands up my thighs, so slowly it was torture. I was sure he could feel how tense I was. Would he take that as me not wanting this? Because I absolutely, 100% wanted this and couldn’t wait to see where it went, although I couldn’t tell him that or even speak up enough to give him permission because, well you know, paralyzed. Permission was not something he seemed to be looking for though, as his hands left my body but planted themselves on the concrete beside me, far enough back I had to lean back on my hands to avoid a head butt.
Somehow I was brave enough to keep eye contact through this whole, delicious ordeal, which he must have taken as a green light to continue, this time breaking eye contact and tilting his head a bit, leaning forward as if he was going to whisper something in my ear. I got goosebumps from just his breath on my neck, lord help me if he spoke, or kissed me or omg what if he licked my neck! I’d die, no question, I’d pass out and feel like an absolute tool when I woke up and realized he’d beat a hasty retreat seeing what an idiot I was. Instead of any of those things, he simply inhaled, slow and deep and I swear I heard a low rumbly “Mmmm”.
I’m pretty sure I was starting to hyperventilate at this point, I mean who does this the first time they meet someone?!? I don’t care how much we’d interacted and flirted and whatever, this was way out of bounds…right? But fuck me if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. He moved his head back in front of mine but his eyes were cast lower than before, staring directly at my lips…fuck! That means he wants to kiss me right? Isn’t that the international sign for “I’m about to kiss you, stop me now if you’re not into it”.? I was definitely into it, and hoped he’d take my paralytic state as the yes please it was, helpless to do anything but stare at his eyes as they made his intentions clear.
Just when I thought his lips would crush into mine, that he’d claim them in a heated kiss, he brushed them against mine so lightly I almost didn’t feel it at first. A small gasp escaped from my lips and I saw him smirk in that sexy, cocky way guys did when they knew they had you. And boy did he have me, I mean, I would have agreed to anything at this point if he’d actually spoken to me, but still nothing…not one word, other than the “Mmmm” but that didn’t really count. It was more of an expression or exclamation, albeit a rhetorical one.
The smirk disappeared and he slid his velvety soft lips against mine a few more times before pressing them harder onto mine in our first kiss. Holy fuck he’s actually kissing me! Another gasp escaped my lips but this time into his mouth, giving him total access for however he wanted to kiss me, and he seized that opportunity by sliding his tongue past my lips and licking my tongue and mouth expertly. I started to feel dizzy and my arms were about to buckle if I didn’t change my position so I made my first move by putting my hands on each side of his face and steadying myself, getting closer to him. He seemed to like that and reacted by pulling himself upright while cupping a hand behind my head to keep our lips connected.
We continued to kiss, not even stopping to catch our breath but my body wanted more, and without my permission, my legs closed in on his hips, trapping him there as if I thought he was going to try to escape. But again, following my lead, he put his hands under my thighs and pulled me closer and wrapping my legs around his waist. Thank you rogue legs for making that move for me, I’ll never doubt you again.
In this new, closer position I could feel him, all of him and there was no doubt he was enjoying this as much as me. Needing to deepen the kiss even more, I moved my hands from his face and locked my arms behind his head causing him to rock into me and I’m pretty sure I moaned into his mouth, but I was done being embarrassed, I didn’t even care if people were watching us at this point. Although I didn’t want it to become R rated….at least not in the park.
In a swift and unexpected move, Griffin picked me up and turned us so that he was leaning against the barrier and I was basically sitting on his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. That action broke our kiss for a moment and I was able to breathe and collect my scattered wits, although I realized I wasn’t paralyzed with nerves anymore and I maybe had the upper hand here…interesting. He moved his head forward again, asking for my lips again but I pulled my head back, preventing the contact I craved just as much as he did. It was a weird thing to do but I felt comfortable enough to tease him, and he was totally into it.
His cock was straining against his zipper and I could feel him get even harder in this new position. Keeping my teasing act up, I moved my hips a bit to grind against him, to feel his cock pressing hard in all the right places. If I wasn’t careful, I’d get too carried away and orgasm right there in his lap….in the park. Not exactly a classy move so I kept my movements slow and deliberate. He responded by kissing me again, deeper this time and moving his hands to my ass to pull me against him, or him into me, I couldn’t tell anymore.
Unable to help ourselves we both started moaning, quietly but it was hot af to hear and could quickly get out of hand. I don’t know who started it, but it was probably me…yea it was definitely me…omg I’m such a hussy for this guy! Needing to breathe again, I pulled out of the kiss, it was difficult, but I did it. We were both panting, staring at each other again in silence. Instinctively I touched my slightly swollen lips as if I couldn’t believe that had just happened, and he watched me like a hawk, looking hungry and planning his next strike. I couldn’t bear the silence anymore though, I had to say something.
“Hi”, I said, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he’d even heard me until he smiled, an amazing, dimple producing, sparkling teeth baring smile and responded “Hi”. Then he teasingly took a chomp at my nose and I knew I was done for…this guy has me. It took all of about 15 minutes and like zero words for him to capture my attention and quite possibly my heart, like it or not.
But if I’m being totally honest, he made have had that already.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eartqe/mfromantic_first_meeting
Wow I felt that. Can’t wait to read more if you’re planning on writing it.