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*About His Kiss*
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[Author's Note: This is based on real events that happened to the author] I awoke from my sleep and my lips still tingled from his kiss. Never in before in my life had such a pleasurable sensation woken me and I found myself bringing a hand to my mouth, the lips as yet untouched this morning. Of course even in that place where you are not quite awake but still not asleep, I knew that I hadn’t been kissed… Or had I? It was the first time I remember a dream so vividly that I knew what his lips felt like as they descended on mine…what his warm breath smelled like…the taste of his mouth….the feel of his hands… But it was just a dream…wasn’t it? I guess I should go back and tell you what this magnificent dream was like. You might laugh when I tell you, but at least I’ll know if I’m sane or not. I am sane, aren’t I? Well, here goes. We were camp counselors. Now I know this might be hard for you to believe, seeing as how I was once a rich debutant and all, but we *were* counselors for a group of kids at a local summer camp… Do we even have summer camps in Harmony? Wait, wait, I’m getting off track. We worked at the summer camp and our lives were somewhat different I suppose. We got along, that on it’s own is a miracle, and had fun. It was beautiful there: different kinds of trees as far as they eyes could see, a giant lake of crystal blue water where the children liked to splash and play. Rowboats were stacked nearby and the only two cars belonged to the rangers…otherwise there was the giant, yellow camp bus. But this was my slice of heaven… Like I said, we were counselors, having our own room on a floor of this enormous house that once belonged to the owner of the property. The house was hotel like, in the foyer was a giant desk where we would be given our room key and then lead our pack of children, as you can figure I had a group of girls, to our floor. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I’ve never been to a camp and this is how the camp in my dream worked. It was at that very desk we met… “Counselor Crane?” the drill sergeant of a head counselor called, leading over a man with the most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen. “Yes, Counselor Dickens,” Fitting, isn’t it? “This is Counselor LoFitz.” That had to be the oddest damn name I had heard in all my years. LoFitz? Come on; get real. Now, in my dream I may only have been eighteen, but even I knew LoFitz wasn’t a real name… “Hey,” I waved. Oh yea Sheridan, nice going! “Hey,” he smirked at me and even that little grin was amazing to me... So that’s how I met him, right there in that overblown foyer with children screaming their heads off or crying for their mommy. It was a terrible racket, but when his deep brown eyes met mine, I forgot it all… I was in heaven. We were separated then, LoFitz, as I knew him, led a pack of rambunctious boys up to their rooms on the third floor and I led my girls onto the second, feeling lucky that I was closer to the ground. Unfortunately, while I figured escaping was more plausible for *me,* I never considered how easy it would be for the girls… Not that they tried. So there we were, unpacking first and then a day of games where the girls and boys were yelling and screaming, whining and complaining and then having the time of their lives. Luis and I ended up being “paired,” which meant my girls, ranging from the ages of six to ten, would do most of their activities with his boys of the same age. We both had younger co-counselors, which were both sixteen, and the four of us were in charge of keeping the kids out of trouble. Easier said then done… Despite what you may think, I really do love kids and I always wanted a large family, but these kids were monsters. His boys were just the rowdiest things on the face of this planet, constantly heckling my girls. Not that they didn’t deserve it in some cases, but still… Where the heck am I going with this anyway??? Oh yea, the tingling lips from this dream. In any case, later that night after two scraped knees, the swallowing of a marble (don’t ask) and an attack of poison oak (I told those boys not to play in that stuff), Luis and I were given some time alone. I don’t know how the counselors managed it, but a group of us were out by the bonfire we had built for marshmallow roasting while the kids were asleep. I sat close to Luis, my butt on the cold, hard ground and his on one of the giant logs by the fire. He smiled down at me and said, “Could you tell me your first name?” DUH! No wonder he kept calling me Crane! “Sheridan…” “I’m Luis…and the last name is really Lopez-Fitzgerald.” No wonder she called him LoFitz! That was a mouthful! “Nice to finally meet you,” I giggled and he flashed me a smile that made my insides turn to Jell-O…and boy do I like Jell-O… He looked back at the fire, poking it with a long, thick stick as if it was getting too close and he needed to back it off. I was watching him when one of my tots, six-year-old Jennifer, came over crying. She was missing her mother and asked if I would sing to her. I couldn’t say no, so there in front of my peers, I cradled her in my lap and sang to her from Les Miserable. And she finally fell asleep… So with Luis’ aid, I brought her to her bedroom and tucked her in. On the way back outside, we started to talk. “You’re good with kids…” “Thanks. It’s the one thing I always knew I wanted: a family. Besides,” I laughed, “Some of this kids have some kick ass toys. Have you seen this stuff? Much better than when we were their age!” He laughed. “So you’re in it for the toys?” “Why else?” I teased. He laughed again. “You’re amazing…” “Me?” “Yes you,” he looked into my eyes. “I should go check on my boys…” I looked disappointed, looking away, but nodding “First, there’s one thing I have to do…” “What’s that?” I looked I back at him, trying to figure out what he had planned. I didn’t have to wait long… “This,” he whispered…and he leaned in and kissed me. His lips gently caressed mine, his warm breath still minty from the toothpaste he had used earlier. We kissed for a few minutes, his lips stroking mine, before he pulled away and whispered huskily, “You know where to find me…” And that’s where I woke up! I stretched languidly, my muscles tight from the fetal position I had been in, but my lips still tingled from that amazing kiss from the man in my dream. Sighing, I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes and focusing on the man beside me. He was fast asleep, a content smile dancing happily on his lips and his arms seeking out my body. Obviously, his dream was just as good, but mine was better. Hell, I can still feel those lips!! Now you might be wondering who the warm body beside me was…It was Luis, only older! Didn’t I mention that I married him two years ago or that we met when I hit his police cruiser? Oh yes…but that’s a different story entirely. This one was just about his kiss!
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