allowing myself to believe that it was going to happen

I knew we would have something special that moment I touched your face and your eyes searching. I had been looking to you for a week and telling you that I was getting over my lost love and looking for my next love to lose. It was the most comeon I could muster without knowing whether you would had any bisexual interest or experience. I mean, I felt the tingle and chemistry when we were together, but I was calculating my odds and waiting for my opportunity ...and it had finally arrived. You knew my touch was a "more than a friendly friend" type of touch, and the look so deeply into my eyes, searching for an answer, told me you needed me to lead and wanted to go further. I already reallllly liked you and was now opening to let you know at the very least that I wanted to be intimate with you, but it was the way that your always warm eyes flashed a colder, trusting, more vulnerable look that I felt a rush of desire come over me and suddenly felt more...so much more than the lust that had driven me to masturbate while thinking of us and had me lurking and waiting for the moment that had come.

I could tell you were open to a kiss ...and so I leaned in to brush your lips....never taking my eyes off yours ...knowing that my bid to take you as my lover was being accepted ...my feeling of accomplishment joined by relief that you were not rejecting me ...and now allowing myself to believe that it was going to happen right here and now, my dampness and excitement already building and growing by the second. I made the second kiss count for more ..reaching around you to pull you into me and when my lips engulfed yours and my tongue entered you gently ...you responded with yours and I felt your body give in a way that I needed to tighten my grip to hold you more for fear that your knees wouldnt fully support your weight. We had a moment of unbalance, but the kiss deepened and continued, and when it broke, I asked, "is this a new thing for you ?" "Have I done this before ?" you replied, and I wanted the next kiss more than I wanted your answer, so I held you ever tighter and as I kissed you more you kissed me deeper and I felt I had my answer. "It was so long ago I don't think it counts," you said, and then it was you who initiated our next full, wide open mouth, tongue probing kiss, eliciting my soft moan muffled into your own as passion continued to build, and now slightly panting, "and it was nothing at all like this ...have you ?" "I've wanted you...wanted to kiss you... since the moment we met."