When I worked for a small, weekly newspaper, I won a contest sponsored by another paper for describing my first kiss. It wasn’t a big, sweeping romantic gesture but a quick peck in the coat room after dancing class when I was about eleven.
Now I write humorous romantic comedies, and in honor of Valentine’s Day, I give you excerpts from “Mr. Short, Dark…& Funny” and “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless,” with descriptions of the hero and heroine’s first kisses…
She raced out the door and found Jay standing near the Ohio River. Snow fell on his black baseball cap and all over his red plaid shirt jacket. The lights of Cincinnati shone in the sky, but there were no teasing lights in Jay’s eyes.
“Hi, honey,” he said.
“Hi,” she said. “My dad thought…I didn’t tell you…what I mean is that I don’t know you that well yet, so I didn’t say that my dad’s in the early stages of dementia.” Translation: she’d been afraid to tell him because she thought he’d be just like her ex, or the few other guys she’d dated, and run for the hills.
Reese felt his strong arms as he pulled her close. She enjoyed the warmth and softness of his flannel shirt against her skin. She couldn’t move away when he kissed her and in that moment, all thoughts of her dad were forgotten. She lost herself in Jay’s kisses, feeling the magic of desire on that cold, winter night. She inhaled the scent of his after shave, reveling in his embrace. She tried to tell herself that this was crazy. She’d only known him for a short time, but he made her feel like she’d known him her whole life. When he called her “honey,” and looked at her with those chocolate brown eyes, she fell under his spell. He pressed his slim body against hers. The warmth of his touch warded off the chill in the crisp, night air.
When they finally finished kissing, Jay held out his hand to her. His strong grip made her feel that everything would be all right from now on.
“It’s awfully quiet in the den,” Scotty said. “I’d better go see if they killed each other yet.” He came back a moment later, grinning widely.
“What were they doing?”
Lorrie didn’t understand what the big secret was. Scotty stood close to her, looking oh-so-handsome, and not being a smart-aleck at all. She inhaled the scent of freshly-washed laundry, and didn’t know whether it was Scotty’s soap or cologne.
“Reese and Jay are kissing in the den. After what happened to you the other night, I don’t want to make any sudden moves, but I do want to kiss you.”
Lorrie felt a strange sensation inside, and a heat building up that made her feel like she had a fever, although she was in the best of health. It was sweet of him to be so nice, but when she saw him she forgot all about the other night. Thinking of Don Rivers and Scotty at the same time bothered her. She didn’t want the other night to intrude on the memories of her old attraction. “I want you to.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to behave like the stupid jerk from the dinner party.”
“You couldn’t ever do that,” Lorrie said. “You’re not a jerk.”
Scotty moved even closer and pulled her up until she was just inches away from him. She loved the warmth she felt when he held her in his arms right up against his chest. She looked up into his blue eyes, and could see that there was no teasing sparkle in them. Scotty was earnest, serious and determined to kiss her without making the situation any more awkward than it was.
Scotty, too, had had several serious relationships, and Lorrie was sure that he wasn’t a virgin, like her. First there had been his high-school girlfriend, who had been killed in a hit-and-run car wreck. Then there was the transition girl, and another woman from college. It hadn’t even been a year since Scotty had broken up with her.
His kiss was filled with tenderness, as well as experience. Lorrie didn’t want to enjoy it, but she did. His kiss was long and slow, and Lorrie liked it. Liked it? No. She loved it.
She took in his fresh scent, and the softness of his polo shirt against her skin. She was shorter, so she had to stand on tiptoe to reach him. She loved the feel of him against her, and the sweet awareness of his embrace.
“Scotty…” She wanted to say something, anything. On the other hand, she longed to stand there and enjoy his presence. She heard the drip drip of the leaky faucet in the kitchen. She’d have to ask Jay about fixing it; she didn’t do any household repairs. She knew absolutely nothing about fixing a dripping faucet.
She stood there, looking up at Scotty, waiting for him to kiss her again.
“Well, it looks like somebody won tonight.”
Do you remember your first kiss? What about your hero and heroine? If you’ve enjoyed these excerpts, I hope you’ll look for “Mr. Short, Dark…& Funny” and “Mr. Tall, Tan…& Tasteless” on the Nancy Goldberg Levine author page on Amazon.com.