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I wanted him to grab me and
pull me to him, to feel his body against mine, yet still we played
the game.
    At last, we sat on the sofa,
and Ben gazed down into my eyes as he tipped my chin with his
finger. It was coming, I could feel it. This time he was going to
kiss me.
    “ Your lips look so soft. I
want to find out if they taste as good as they look. Can I kiss
you?”
    I liked that he asked. 
I thought it was sweet and with a nod, my lids fell closed as he
bent his head, touching his lips to mine in a chaste and innocent
kiss. His lips were warm and firm. They took my breath away. The
smell of the eucalyptus fabric softener in his jumper filled my
nostrils as his chest pressed against me. The heat from his large
hands radiated across my back and up and down my spine as he
continued. Nothing could ever feel so good. I was certain that
fireworks would be exploding from the ceiling if I opened my eyes.
It was heaven, our first kiss.
    Yes, I know I’d kissed boys
before, teenage groping in the dark; but I’d never experienced
sensations like those I was feeling as Ben kissed me. Every time
his lips shifted, I thought I was going to die.
    After a minute or so, he
broke the kiss and looked at me. “They do taste good.”
    I smiled and snuggled into
him. He nuzzled my ear, making me quiver as he blew hot air along
my neck. Then he bent his head once more to mine, kissing me fully,
slowly. His lips raced over my jaw line. His breath scorched my
neck. He nibbled on the tip of my earlobe and dropped tiny pecks
down the pulse along my throat. I was on fire. I was
lost.
    “ That tickles,” I
whispered.
    “ Do you want me to
stop?”
    “ Um…no, I just said it
tickles.”
    “ Shh, stop talking
then.”
    What else could I
do?
    The room was silent, except
for the humming of the stereo in the background and the sound of
Paul and Prue whispering from the beanbags. I was besotted, as I
lay trapped on the sofa wrapped in Ben’s arms, wanting the feeling
to never end.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
    IT’S IN HIS KISS
    If ya wanna know if he
loves you so
    It’s in his kiss
    Betty Everett
     
    The common room where we
congregated in our free time at school was, in reality, a disused
classroom. The walls and pinup boards were plastered with posters
and notices, the perfect solution to a long overdue paint job, and
the space scattered with a mishmash of second hand furniture. Each
particular group in the senior classes had their own designated
area, the ultimate being the privilege of sitting on the orange
vinyl sofas in the centre of the room. That was where the popular
girls sat. You had to be extremely special to be admitted into that
hallowed group of ‘beautiful people’ and a pecking order was
strictly adhered to, though none would care to admit it.
    The cool group, of which my
friends and I were fortunate members, (all thanks to our older
brothers who played football) sat on the lounges and plotted our
social lives and futures. Well, rather, we sat on the lounges as
Lucy plotted our social lives, for even though we were only Year
10’s, Lucy was the queen of the school. And we were her loyal
servants. I didn’t want to be her servant, I wanted to be myself
and sometimes it made me cross that we all bowed to her every whim.
Sometimes, I wanted to shout out that she was wrong but it had
taken a long time to be accepted into that crowd and I wasn’t about
to give it up for the sake of voicing my opinion, so I let it
slide.
    By right of her parents
being loaded and her extremely good looks, Lucy dictated all that
took place in St Brigid’s that was acceptable- what to wear, where
to be, who to go out with. To gain her acceptance and possibly soak
up some of her popularity, a girl had to prove herself many times
over. We had to look good, be intelligent, say the right things,
have the right hair and the right clothes; but most importantly, we
had to be supremely cool. In the bible according to Lucy, that was
the way to get the