S.O.S. - First Kiss

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I took a drink of my beer and glanced nervously at the clock. Ten o'clock. I had left the Water Boy home with my baby for three hours. Hopefully, the Goober was safely asleep in bed, but there was no telling.

“Is everything okay?” my date asked, trying to hide the panic from his voice.

I shook my head. “Actually, I left my son home with Water Boy and I’m a little concerned.”

“I totally understand,” he replied. And he did. “Do you want to just call it quits for tonight or…?” He left the question open-ended, not expecting anything really, but making it clear that if something else happened he would not be adverse.

“Look, I know this is kinda forward, but I just want to go home and make sure my baby is safe. You are more than welcome to join me, but I have to warn you, I have no beer in the house and it’s kind of a mess.” I said it fast, knowing if I stopped to think about it I would probably have just shaken his hand, got the hell out of there and rationalized with myself about how I just did not need a man in my life right now.

He came. He even stopped to buy beer.

When we made it back to my house, my baby was safe and sound, put to bed by the Water Boy’s very capable girlfriend (now wife), T. I thanked Water Boy and hinted that he could leave. I said this as I ran upstairs to my bedroom to fluff my hair and remove my suit jacked to show off my really sexy shirt. I got downstairs and Water Boy said he'd like to say hi to my date... he was the one that set us up after all. I sighed, but went with it.

When my date showed up, he hinted that Water Boy could leave. Water Boy saw the beer in his hand and mentioned that he could really go for one. My date looked to me. I just shrugged. I'd done my best. So my date tossed him a bottle and pulled one out for himself.

"Do you have anything other than beer?" T asked.

I poured T and myself a glass of zinfandel and settled in next to my date on my couch. After our drinks were done, it was clear that T was feeling uncomfortable, but even clearer that Water Boy was having fun torturing us. So I filled up our wine glasses, my date fetched more beer and we settled in for the long haul. We were both disappointed, but we thought they would leave eventually.

Four hours later, T was asleep in her chair. Water Boy finally noticed and said he should probably take her home. He roused her gently and they left.

My date sighed. "It's two in the morning," he said, disappointment sneaking into his voice. "I really should go home."

I just nodded and walked him to the door, disappointed myself.

"I had a good time," he said. "Despite Water Boy." He stood there, lamely, as if he was trying to figure out what to do.

I realized he probably didn't want to offend me or push me to far, but I was too turned on from four hours of subtle flirting on the couch. Feeling the effects of two beers and almost a half bottle of wine, I threw caution to the wind and slipped my arm around his neck. I pulled his head down closer to mine and kissed him.

I wasn't expecting it to be good, but it was. Better than good, it was amazing. It was one of those kisses you feel in your knees, when they go all gooey and you have a hard time standing up by yourself.

It went on for at least five minutes. When we finally broke apart, it was a few moments before either of us could catch our breaths. We finally did and he left, but he called me the next day and asked me out on another date. Without Water Boy.

Almost four years later, the kisses are still just as exciting. And, fortunately, Water Boy doesn't babysit anymore.