The Kiss (standard:horror, 3313 words)
Author: Casey Ponciano	Added: Apr 30 2003	Views/Reads: 3311/2184	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Abraham was ready to party and meet a girl. He does meet a girl, but realizes she isn't an ordinary girl. But he finds out too late.

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breath. 

“Let's go you guys,” David said.  “I want to meet some girls,” he added.


“Hold on man,” Allan replied.  He was still checking his hair.  I
thought it was fine.  “There I'm finish,” he said as he stopped looking 
at the mirror.  Then we all walked to the front door and Allan rang the 
doorbell.  A girl answered the door.  It was Samantha Stevens.  Man, 
she looked great.  She had long brown hair, pretty red lips, and great 
brown eyes to match.  The outfit she wore fit perfect on her body.  All 
of the guys and me looked at each other and smiled.  She looked at us 
and spoke. 

“Hello Allan.  I see you brought your friends,” she said. 

“Yeah.  You look great tonight,” Allan said.  He was trying to hit on
her.   She looked at him and smiled. 

“Thanks,” she replied.  And she liked it.  Then James elbowed Allan on
the stomach. 

“Oh, uh, Samantha, this is James,” he said. 

“Hi, nice to meet you,” she said as James and her exchanged a handshake.


“This is David,” Allan said as he pointed to David.  “And this is
Abraham,” he said as he pointed to me. 

“Nice to meet all of you,” she said to us.  Then she looked at me. 
“Don't you sit behind me in geometry?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” I replied. 

“Cool.  Well all of you can come inside and enjoy yourself,” she said. 
Allan stepped in first. 

“Mind if I join you?” Allan said to Samantha. 

“Sure,” she said to him and smiled.  They went walking off together with
his arm around her.  Maybe Allan would get lucky tonight.  David, 
James, and I stopped for one moment as we stepped in.  We looked around 
the room we were in.  There were girls everywhere.  There were girls 
and beer everywhere. 

“First, I want some beer,” James said. 

“Yeah me too,” David.  “What about you, Abraham?” he asked.  But I
didn't answer him.  I looked around the room at the people passing by, 
then at the stairs, as the people walked up and down on them.  And she 
got my eye.  I felt as if no one else was there in that room.  She was 
beautiful.  She had long dark-black hair, gorgeous dark-black almond 
shape eyes, and a smile that could kill you.  She had milky-white skin 
and a body to die for.  She wore a white blouse with a black skirt.  
The black skirt was skintight.  I could see every movement of her hips 
and thighs when she walked.  Her legs looked great and her breast were 
perfect.  She was in the category of an hourglass.  She looked at me 
and smiled.  The funny thing is that I didn't recognize her.  I knew 
she couldn't be from around here.  But that didn't matter because I 
wanted to know who she was.  I felt myself hypnotized, looking at her 
as she walked downstairs.  She continued to look at me and smile.  She 
seemed to glow as she came downstairs.  Then I came out of it because 
of David.  He slapped the back of my head. 

“Ow, that hurts,” I said to him.  “Why did you do that?” I asked. 

“We were asking you a question, but you never answered.  Who were you
looking at?” he asked. 

“Her,” I said as nodded my head toward the stairs, but she wasn't there.


“What girl?” he asked. 

“She's not there anymore.  I wondered where she went?” I said. 

“I think you were dreaming.  We'll let's go get some beer, David.  We'll
leave Abe to find his dream girl,” James said.  They went to the 
kitchen and I went to find the girl.  I wanted to find her.  It was 
just some crazy feeling I had.  I felt a great sexual desire to be with 
her.  I've had sexual feelings with other girls, but this girl made me 
feel that I had to be with her.  Maybe she would be the one.  Maybe we 
were meant to be soul mates.  We'd have to see.  I walked to the 
dinning room and I found Allan.  He was sitting alone.  I went to sit 
beside him. 

“Where's Samantha?” I asked. 

“She went to get us some beer.  Where's David and James?” he asked. 

“They went to get some beer also,” I said. 

“What are you doing here?  Why aren't you talking to a chick?” he asked.


“Well, I saw this girl, and I looked away for one minute and then she
was gone,” I said. 

“Is she fine?” Allan asked. 

“Yeah.  But I don't recognize her.  I have to meet her.  Could you maybe
give me some pointers?” I asked. 

“Yeah.  Now listen,” he said.  Then he started talking, but I wasn't
listening.  I looked at the doorway of the dining room and I saw her 
again.  She was standing in the hall.  She looked at me and smiled.  
She brought her right hand up and gave me the finger gesture to come 
and follow her.  I did.  I left Allan talking to himself.  I didn't 
know what he was saying anymore.  When I got to the hallway, I couldn't 
find her.  She was gone again.  But then, I looked at the stairs and I 
saw her.  She was walking upstairs.  Again, she stopped and gave me the 
gesture to follow her.  I did.  I wanted to be with her.  I felt a 
desire for her.  I followed her, but when I got upstairs, she wasn't 
there.  I looked around again for her and I saw her waiting in the 
doorway of the last room on the left.  She looked at me and gave me the 
gesture to follow her inside that room.  Then she giggled and walked 
inside. 

“Wait, who are you?” I asked her, but she never answered. 

I walked in the room, but I couldn't find her.  “Hello, are you here?” I
asked.  I heard a giggle in the bathroom and I knew it was her. 

“I'm in the bathroom.  I'll be out in a minute,” she said. 

“Okay, I'll be waiting,” I said.  I thought tonight was my night.  Maybe
she was my soul mate.  Maybe she's the one.  I walked to dresser mirror 
of the room and I looked in the mirror.  I made sure everything was all 
right.  I made sure my hair was fixed, my breath smelled great, and I 
made sure my clothes looked all right.  I also made sure I had a 
rubber.  I always carried one.  And tonight I was going to use it.  I 
continued to look at the mirror again.  Then someone startled me.  
Someone's arms went around my chest but I didn't see them coming.  I 
turned around and I recognized who it was.  It was the girl.  I don't 
understand why I didn't see her coming from behind me as I looked at 
the mirror.  I guess I was too busy paying attention to my hair.  She 
looked at me and kissed me. 

“Who are you?” I asked. 

“My name is Mira.  I've been waiting for you Abraham.” She said. 

“How do you know my name?” I asked. 

“I know a lot about you.  And right now I want you” she said.  She
unbuttoned my shirt.  I tried to stop her, but she looked at me.  And 
with her eyes I wanted her to take off my shirt.  So I let her.  As she 
took off my shirt, she kissed me all over my chest.  Her kisses felt 
cold, but they made me feel wonderful.  I felt myself having an 
erection because I wanted her badly.  Then she stopped kissing my 
chest.  She stood in front of me.  She unbuttoned her white blouse she 
wore.  She grabbed my head and placed my face between her breast.  She 
wasn't wearing a bra.  I took off her shirt and I stepped back for 
awhile and I looked at her breast.  They were gorgeous.  They were nice 
and perky.  I touched them slowly and I continued to kiss them.  I felt 
my erection below me.  I wanted her right now.  I wanted to be inside 
of her.  I wanted to have sex with her.  I went up to her neck and 
nibbled on it.  I heard her moaning and groaning as I kissed her.  Her 
hair smelled beautiful.  I went back down to her breast again.  I felt 
hot inside, yet, throughout the time I was kissing her, my lips were 
cold because of her body. 

“I want you Mira.  I want to make love to you,” I told her.  I really
wanted to. 

“Do you want me right now, Abraham?” she asked. 

“Yes, I do,” I said. 

“Let me see if you are ready,” she said.  Then she put her left hand
into my pants.  She grabbed a hold of my groin area.  She looked at me 
and smiled.  She felt how erected I was.  “You are ready, Abraham,” she 
said.  She placed my hands on her breast.  Then she slid my hands under 
her skirt.  I felt that she was naked below.  She laid on her back and 
I slipped off her skirt.  She laid there in front of me with her 
beautiful naked body.  She was very gorgeous.  I deeply wanted to be 
inside of her.  I took off my pants and I got on top of her.  We kissed 
for awhile, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

“Get inside of me, Abraham.  Put it inside.  I want it right now,” she
said.  I placed myself in side of her.  I wanted to put on the condom, 
but for some reason, I didn't care about it. There was something about 
her eyes that made me not care about anything.  I didn't care about my 
parents' beliefs, I didn't care about what I learned in school, about 
diseases or unexpected births.  I just wanted to have sex with Mira.  
She placed her right hand against my chest.  She pushed me off and I 
fell on my back.  She was very strong for a girl.  I laid there lying 
with a question in my head.  I wondered why she stopped me.  “I want to 
be on top,” she said.  She then got on top of me.  She put me inside of 
her and moved up and down.  It felt good.  My friend always told me how 
great it felt.  I looked at her face as she moved up and down.  I heard 
her moan and groan.  I looked at her breast and I wanted to touch them, 
but she grabbed my hands.  She grabbed them by the wrist and she held 
them against the bed.  I tried to move my hands, but she didn't let 
them go.  She was very strong.  But I didn't care.  I didn't have to 
touch her breast.  She made feel great inside.  As she kept moving up 
and down on me, she started kissing on my chest.  She went up to my 
neck.  I could feel myself ready to explode inside of her.  I guess she 
was too, because she moved faster. 

“Oh Mira,” I said.  She continued to kiss me on my neck and then up to
my lips.  We kissed and she then nibbled down to my neck again.  She 
started sucking on my neck on the right side.  I hate hickeys and I 
never let girls leave me any marks, but at that point, I didn't care 
what she wanted to do to me.  I was feeling good and I was ready to 
explode.  This whole sex thing felt great.  I didn't even care if I 
exploded inside of her.  I knew that if I did, she may become pregnant, 
but for some reason I didn't care.  She moved faster, she sucked faster 
and harder.  She sucked me so hard, that my neck stung, but I didn't 
care.  I didn't care about anything.  My whole body felt good.  As I 
was reaching my climax, my head started spinning.  Is sex supposed to 
make you feel this way, I thought to myself?  My friends never told me, 
it was this weird.  Everything in my mind that I thought about, mixed.  
I thought about what I learned at school, what my parents' beliefs 
were, and I thought about my friends.  I thought about Mira and the 
first time I saw her.  I was feeling great.  But then I became drowsy.  
What was happening to me?  I looked at Mira one last time.  She stopped 
kissing on my neck and looked at me.  She was still beautiful.  I loved 
her.  Her gorgeous dark-black eyes, her long-black beautiful hair and 
her blood-red lips.  Then she kissed me and I blacked out. The next 
day, when I woke up, I was already in my bedroom. 

“Abraham, hurry up.  We're going to be late.  Remember, you said you
would go to Sunday Mass,” It was my mother.  I don't know how the hell 
I got home and I don't know what the hell happened last night.  I 
closed my eyes for awhile and I thought about it, but I couldn't 
remember anything. 

“Hurry up, Abraham,” my mother said.  I got out of bed and when I did,
my head hurt.  I had a bad hangover.  I closed the curtains in my room. 
 The sunlight was giving a bad headache and it hurt my eyes.  I put on 
some clothing, my shades, and I walked downstairs.  My mother looked at 
me. 

“You look like shit.  Couldn't you just take a bath or something?” she
asked. 

“Mom, let's just go,” I said.  I didn't feel so good.  I didn't feel
like talking to anyone.  As I walked outside, my body felt very hot.  
My face started sweating.  I walked into the car and sat down quickly.  
When my mother got in she looked at me weird. 

“What's wrong.  Are you sick?  You look kind of pale,” she said. 

“No, I just partied to hard last night,” I said. 

“Okay.” She said and we drove to the Church. 

When we arrived there, I didn't fell like getting off.  My body felt
worse then before.  But I had to go to Sunday Mass.  I told my mother I 
would, especially if I stayed out late.  We walked into the church.  My 
mother was in front of me and I just followed her.  In the doorway, I 
dipped my finger into the holy water.  It stung my finger and as I did 
the sign-of-the-cross on my face, the water stung my forehead. 

“Ow, “ I said.  My mother heard me.  She looked at me. 

“What's wrong now?” she asked. 

“Nothing,” I said. We walked into the church and we sat in the front. 
As the priest said his sermon, I felt even worse then before.  My body 
overheated, my body continued sweating and my finger still stung.  My 
stomach felt gushing inside and I wanted to vomit.  It tried to stay 
sitting down, but I wanted to get out of that Church.  I didn't feel 
comfortable there. 

“I'm sorry, mom, but I got to get out of here,” I said to her.  I
grabbed the keys from her and I ran out.  As I walked outside, I felt 
the sun burning my skin.  I looked at my hands and I saw the skin 
bubble.  My entire body felt as if I was in an oven.  I ran into the 
car and took off home. 

When I got home, I ran to the bathroom.  I looked at the mirror to check
myself.  But I couldn't see myself.  I had no reflection.  What the 
hell was happening to me?  I clearly don't remember what happened last 
night. I don't know how the hell I got home.  But something is wrong 
with me now.  I hope I didn't have some kind of disease.  The only 
thing I remember was Mira and I remember her kiss. 


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