Just a little story I thought of...

*NOTE: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.*

“So. In short, you want us to have a physical relationship only?!”

Hi everyone. I’m Aimee. Just to let you have a taste of me, I’m a 19 year old girl with zero love experience, dreaming about a prince in shinning amour coming to sweep me away. But don’t get me wrong. I’m not the pure, innocent sort – quite the contrary, I like to fantasize and, with the unlimited access of the internet these days, watch indecent videos (that I shouldn’t have watched) online. Obviously, I do masturbate. If an orgasm counter exists, my meter might be off the mark already.

Now, a story cannot start with a problem right? Here goes. I have a very big PROBLEM. That is, I’m totally not used to guys. Guys have not always been my forte – I’m always tongue-tied around them. Another thing, I blush WAY too easily. Just a little push here and there and I will be as red as the sunset sky. For example, one of my friends was telling me how she and her current boyfriend hook up, and ‘boom!’ my face turned red, just like that. Still unconvinced? Another example, my guy friend wrote down ‘skinny dipping’ on facebook, and I tried to google it as I don't understand its meaning. The first thing that came up is a picture of a guy naked torso below and taking off his upper wear. Mortified, I commented a complaint to him. 10 minutes later, my class people were laughing and asked me what kind of image I saw, and ‘boom!’ I blushed deep red, just like that. So, how could I ever get a boyfriend?

Then some time last year, I was involved in a school project. Coincidentally, one my classmates fall into the same project, fall into the same team, and fall into the same committee as me. Let’s call this guy Bill. Naturally, we had to discuss and meet up a lot to finish our projects on time. The problem comes when you put a discussion, an errant camera, and facebook together. Simply said, some moronic bunch of people took a picture of Bill and I together, looking quite intimate due to a fabulous chance angle, and put it up on facebook. Immediately, gossips spread like a wildfire.

We endured endless teasing throughout the year. But I can safely ensure all of you that both of us totally have no interest in each other. We are just platonic friends. (I must say, he's totally NOT my type.)

This awkward situation lasts until…that day. Due to some reasons, both of us were staying back in school. We had a conversation, and I don’t know how or why, the conversation leads to…the first sentence of this entry.

Oh. And that's Bill’s speech bubble. I was the one who brazenly thought of the idea. Here is the guy that I could at least talk to. I need to have some experience dating, so that I can choose a good husband in the future. And since everyone is so adamant to put us together, why not satisfy their wishes?

“Er, yep. I just want to know how dating feels like. So? Yes or No?”
I must add, at this point of time, I could feel that my face is blazing hot. Thank goodness for the bad lighting.

“…okay. This is the craziest thing I have ever heard of…How about this... Can we have a trial relationship for 3 months?”

I waited until my voice is steady.

“Sure.”

Gosh. That sounds 3 octaves higher than my usual voice. I hope he didn't notice. I was rather excited and nervous at the same time. Eager to strike when the iron is hot, I continued.

“Ehem…So, for a start… can I try a kiss?”

For a moment, his eyes bulged so much I thought it may come off. Then, he managed to control himself, and, to my relief, nodded. Ever so slowly, he moved closer to me. I waited until the right moment came, and closed my eyes. I felt a brush of his lips on mine. It feels gentle as feathers, but it was gone as soon as it came. I opened my eyes, and I saw his uncertain eyes on mine. Frustrated that my imaginations could not come true, I told him,

“That’s not a kiss, that’s a peck! Kiss me again.”

I closed my eyes again, and this time, when the brush came, I decided to take control. Reaching up to circle my arms around his neck, I tried to put on practice the kisses I saw on those hot, sexy romance movies. I angled my face to suit his lips, and opened my mouth to nibble on them. The upper lip, then the bottom lip. Growing bolder I tried to use my tongue to pry his lips open, and when it does, I tried my first French kiss. I urged him to take his part, too. I don’t believe a guy at his age never knew how to French kiss. To my delight, he slowly complied, our tongues meshed with each other on a wild tryst of passion.

I was quite breathless when we at last pulled away, and fortunately, he was at the same state too. Both of us struggled to catch our breath, and then, there was an awkward silence.

Then, he suddenly broke the silence with a snort. And then he unleashed a laugh he had been trying to keep down. I caught his humor and soon, we both started laughing at the ridiculousness of our situation.

“Well, I must say that went quite well for the first try.”

“We can work on it.”

We both laughed again.