Kissing: Kiss my Soul

Kiss my Soul

The highlight of Luisa’s sophomore year in college was the news that Tina had a nipple detached after a passionate kissing tryst with Leo, her neighbor, who was the son of a congressman. Her gang all rushed to the bathroom at break time to check the band aid Tina stuck on it .Ouch!

Luisa always wondered why some of the girls in school wore hankies around their necks after a weekend, until she had her first hicky. Double ouch!

 Luisa and Kelly would immortalize these life defining moments of their adolescence with poems written under the mango tree near the Villa. They agonized over blind dates to debuts and other parties where they had to bring a date, who were usually younger boys or each other’s cousins.

In between these angst ridden moments , they wrote haiku  and letters to each other and gazed across the creek at the high school boys playing basketball during lunch break.

At break time, at the lanai, cafeteria , smoking lounge or locker room, Luisa would listen to Dinna, Mila and Chris discuss perfecting their kissing techniques. She asked, “Where do the noses go when you kiss and why do you close your eyes.” Luisa got the look  and the reply , “Don’t worry about the nose and the eyes , watch out for the tongue and hands. “Whose?” , she followed up?  

She watched her friends eyes roll up practically into their heads. Luisa had no contribution to that discussion, not even to Mila’s question, “What is your ideal man”. She didn’t have a laundry list. She told her best friend, “When I finally meet him I’ll know he is the one. If he is Mr. Right, he knows where I live.”

And then it finally happened. Luisa was hoping Ted would have chosen a place other than her family’s garage for her first kiss. They had just returned from a night of clubbing and dancing when he grabbed her by the waist, hugged her and whispered “Gosh you’re beautiful.” and Luisa believed him. Then he moved in for the kiss,sort of.

Their lips barely touched but Luisa could smell the sweetness of the peppermint gum mixed with cigarette smoke on his breath.

She had always imagined her first kiss under the moon light with Claude Debussy’s Claire de Lune playing in the background. Instead she had the light from the street lamp and the echo of tribal house music playing in her head when they air kissed.

Listen to Claire de Lune here

 And then she asked him a random question, “Was that germ free air kiss my first kiss?”  Ted replied without blinking,
”No.”  And then they kiss,  as in Britney Spear’s song.

Is this for real?
It's not what it seems
You're like an angel
I'm running now
My feet off the ground

Take me
Touch me
Won't you hold me close?

And then we kiss
Your love comes alive on my lips
I feel a rush
Coming over me, over me
And when we touch
This moment when everything's still
I close my eyes
And then we kiss

Listen to it here and sing a long 
Luisa felt like her soul was being sucked out by the kiss as she closed her eyes. And just like in a telenovela, the world was spinning like a CG effect, but only Luisa was aware of it.

 Afterwards, she rushed up to her room to look at the mirror, like in the short story May Day Eve of Quijano de Manila. Was she expecting to see a change after that kiss? Was there a neon sign glowing on her forehead saying kissed? 

 That Monday, no one else noticed that Luisa had finally been kissed except to say that she had a pimple at the tip of her nose. Luisa loved the way Ted kissed. It was the chewy variety tinged with the taste of mint and the smell of cigarettes which she grew to love. It was an acquired taste, like sushi. But then again, maybe it’s because she didn’t know any better.

Kissing is a collection of drabbles,haiku and short stories on the Kiss. Stories are all pure fiction from this writer's imagination and are intended to amuse and entertain.

Genre: short story, fiction, fluff, fantasy, romance, crack, may contain lime

No infringement intended. Pure fiction.