A First Kiss And Others Matters Of Ancient History

The Christmas season brings out the sentimentality in me.

In the blog I often talk about John, the relationship with Tara, and his act of infidelity. The truth of the matter is that John is really a very loving and a  sweet man. In real life he  is one of those champion types that  above all else wants to please the women in his life. The relationship with Tara happened because John had a need for something more in his life than I was providing. It was a need for something that he never imagined could, or ever would be met at home. In John's thinking his very special  need was something his wife would never accept, would never understand.

When young women get together they often talk about a fist date or first kiss. In college I had been dating an athlete. We met at a fraternity party. He was a handsome guy, with strong physical features.
In looking back at that time in my life, I can't say that I really loved him. We had a relationship, we had fun, and for some time we were an item in our little corner of the campus. During that time I knew John only as my friend's brother. A few times the three of went our for a pizza, or a snack. We said hello to one another on campus, and occasionally would sit together in the cafeteria.

In those early meetings I learned to think of John as a cute guy with a pretty smile. He was nice to have around. He had  a car. If I ever needed to go somewhere, John was always a ready volunteer. On a rainy day he was quick to lend me his umbrella for a walk to the next class. In a general type of way John was the sweet guy who was always there to carry a girl's books, or make sure she got  where  she needed to go. For John's part he knew that I was going out with someone else, and always manged to keep a respectful distance. I did notice though, that every time we happened to meet on campus, John had that  pretty smile  waiting for me.

The young man I was going out with was a lot of fun. There were always fraternity parties, and things to do.
Sometime he wouldn't call me until the last minute for a Saturday night date. It was kinda like he took it for granted that I would be there for him, but then again he practically always called, even if the call was last minute. Back then no one lived together unless they were married. The girls lived on campus. The guys either lived on campus or in small off campus apartments. College life was very different than it is today. Most of the girls were not on the pill. Intercourse with a guy was something that was to taken very seriously.

Although many things were different, there were some things that were the same. When you went out with a guy you usually kissed him.  When a date dropped you off at the dorm, you would stand there, with all the other couples in their private little worlds and 'make out'. I loved those final minutes of a date before curfew. Bill would put his muscular arms around my waist, and pull me tight against his body. As a young women I loved the sensation of a guy pulling me tightly against his hard body. The kisses were long, they were sensual. In the middle of a kiss Bill's arms and hands would generally slip down from my back to my buttocks. When that happened I could feel his fingers groping, feeling their way, then tighten, and finally controlling every muscle in my body. Thank heaven for curfew, I often thought, because so badly I wanted those strong hands to remove every stitch of clothing from my body.

One of the negative things about Bill was that he could care less about my feelings. One day I happened to see him walking on campus next to another girl. They were holding hands. I was hurt. In my mind Bill was my guy. What was he doing, I thought, holding hands with another girl. Bill's reply went something like it was no big deal, she was just a friend. Over a little time I decided that Bill was not reliable, was not the guy for me, and decided to go on dates with other guys.

In  college finding a date was not so difficult. The ratio of young men to women was over two to one.
There was always a good looking guy looking to find a date. I went out with a few guys. For the most part we had fun. One of the things I did miss was Bill's strong arms wrapping  their way around me. That would make me swoon. One of the things I didn't miss, however, was the smell of his breath. Bill's kisses were passionate, but his breath often smelled of cigarette smoke. It was almost like you needed to bring a bottle of mouth wash on a date.

After a short time of going out with different guys my friend suggested that John and I should go out. You know, she told me, he is crazy about you. Our first date was to an off campus music club. Like most of my college dates, the evening involved a great deal of dancing and a great deal of beer. Being dropped off at the dorm was kind of awkward with a new guy. It was more awkward with John than with most of the guys. He was very unsure of him self. While I didn't expect the heavy 'make out' that happened with a regular boyfriend, I was expecting a good night kiss. Well, it didn't happen. Well, it didn't happen on that night or the next date.

It was on our third date that I decided it was time to take matters into my hands. I looked up at John, put my
index finger on his lips.. When he kissed it, I gently moved it to his cheek. Just enough of a touch so that he could feel the pressure.  Slowly,  gently I used the finger to guide his lips to mine. It was our first kiss. Yes, it was tender, it was one of those special memories that will always be with me.

Over the next few weeks John and I went out several dates. He was never aggressive, but always sweet and caring. Soon, I discovered another sweet feature of his personality. Anytime I wanted him to kiss me, all I had to do was to touch his cheek. It was no longer necessary to guide his lips to mine, with the slight touch
on his cheek, John understood what I wanted. Back then I didn't know anything about dominance and submission, kinks, or whatever; I only knew that I liked John's reaction to my touch. Looking back on those first dates, I now realize just how trainable a man can be.

Love, Mistress