My lovely, awesome, coolest-ever partner (her words) consented to allowing me to share this Scene, but she wished to remain anonymous. The names and locations have been changed, but the RP is still the same.

This particular RP is fairly unique and I'm not sure I've ever seen the concept before. It's about a couple who met online, formed a long-distance FWB, and are now FINALLY meeting in real life. It got pretty meta but was a lot of fun. Her posts I've put in *italics* since we wrote in first person to enhance that sense of getting to meet someone for the first time. She loves this first kiss scene.

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I look at you with a blushing, half grinning, half "I-can't-believe-we-are-doing-this" face. There is only a little bit of eye contact at a time. My hands in my pockets to hide my nerves.

I know it's the first time meeting in person. I'm nervous, my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. But with that nervousness also comes an almost brash bravado. I take in a deep breath of air, and open the door. I lean against the frame, seeing you in person for the first time. "Hey there. Guess you found the place ok?"

It had been an exhilarating and nerve wracking drive over. We had been talking nonstop for what seemed like forever, had even called and chatted over video, but I was still uncertain whether we would have the same chemistry in person. As soon as you opened the door, though, I realized that reality was going to be much more intense than anything we’d experienced yet. Still blushing and grinning a little bigger, I slowly nod twice and bite my lower lip. "Mhmm."

"Well," I say, taking a couple of steps towards you and holding out my hand. "Want to come in? Let me show you around the place. I grab your hand and half-pull, half-lead you inside while laughing. "You're going to have to get more chatty Jill, or this is going to be a long weekend." I tease as we enter the condo. The entryway is small, with black and white tiles along the floor. On the floor,, is a little bench that also serves as a shoe rack. I go ahead and kick off my black New Balances.

I laugh a little when you tease me, and look way up at your 6’3” frame towering over me. "I will" - I roll my eyes at you. I slip off my small sneakers and it makes me smirk to see them next to yours.

I let go of your hand and reach to help you out of your coat. It's in the low 70s inside. "Alright, do you want the tour first? Or something to eat? Or maybe an adult beverage to take the edge off?" I say with a little laugh. If you look further inside, you see a large two story living room. On the far wall is a stone fireplace flanked by tall, geometric windows of frosted glass. There is also a large L-shaped leather couch and a small wooden coffee table.

"ummm...I think maybe a drink and then a tour. And maybe later we could smoke and have a snack?" I look around, grinning, impressed.

"Sure." I say, stepping out of the little entryway and off to the left, towards the kitchen. Past a little coat closet, is a medium sized galley kitchen with stone countertops and chrome appliances. I walk the couple of feet into the kitchen and open the big fridge. "Ok let's see... I have some beer. Annnnddd stuff for mixed drinks if you want something with liquor." I turn to look at you and smile, "what's your poison hun?"

I'm surprised, honestly, with the place. I laugh, thinking back at my shitty New York apartment when I was your age. I wonder what it costs to rent here. I've never asked you much about your work, I realize, but know that this wouldn't be the cheapest place in New York. "What kind of beer? I'm a little picky. And, I don't know if it's the best idea for me to have a mixed drink just yet, but if I do then I'm definitely pouring it myself."

"Umm..." I lean down and move some stuff around in the fridge. "Looks like a couple of IPAs, a few Coors Light, aaaannnnddd, oh, a Hazelnut Brown ale. Anything sound good? We can always walk down to the gas station in a bit if you want something specific."

I reach past you and get a Coors. I hate IPAs, and the other one looks kind of like you might have picked it out special, so I want to make sure you can have it if that's the one you want. I smile and open mine up. "Maybe we could still walk over later and I can grab some wine, if that's okay?"

I don't mind you getting this close as you reach for a beer. I wait for you to get out of the way, grab an IPA, and close the fridge. I slide just past you to open a drawer and pull out a bottle opener. I purposely let my hand brush against your hip as I close the drawer.

Leaning back against the far side of the counter top, I pop the top on my beer and take a sip. "I forgot you're more of a wine girl. I should have bought some. We can go to the grocery store a little later and get some stuff for sure. Well, shall we continue the tour?" I ask with a grin.

Fuck, you look really good leaning back like that, sipping your beer. I wondered if it would be the case - you definitely look my age, if not even a little bit older than me. It's such a funny situation that we're in.

Because of the way we met, and the hours of intimate conversation we've already had, we are both fully aware of exactly what is going through the other's mind. I can't decide how this makes me feel. It definitely is reassuring in one sense. At least on paper, we already know that we get along. But you know a lot about me and your eyes on mine make me feel...x-rayed, maybe? I laugh, look down, and you see a faint trace of a mischievous smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Actually, I was thinking...what if we just got it out of the way, so I can breathe a little bit easier. How do you feel about kissing me?"

I set my beer down, wrap an arm around your petite waist, and pull your body the foot or so across the linoleum floor until you crash into me. I crane my head down as yours naturally tilts upwards and our lips meet there in the kitchen. My heart is pounding as adrenaline and desire courses through my blood like a drug. After a second or two, I pull back just a second and smile down at you. "Good idea Jilll." I say before leaning down to kiss you again.

I feel like a babydoll being pulled along so effortlessly by just one of your arms, and laugh as I slam into you. Laughter is always the thing that can break me out of anything - fear, shyness, anger - making me laugh will reset me. I'm glad you take this approach instead of starting slow. I smile up at you just before your mouth is on mine. Wow, okay, you're a VERY good kisser.

I'm so immersed in the sensations we are creating together that I nearly forget to breathe. When you pull away from me, I lean forward, open mouthed, and exhale slowly into a disbelieving smile, shaking my head a little. I like the sound of my name on your lips. When you come back toward me, I reach up and, on tiptoes, interlock my fingers behind your neck. This time I really kiss you back, fully meeting you move for move, feeling the arousal growing in me, feeling my silky panties getting slippery and warm against my skin.

Your lips part and I slip my tongue inside your mouth. I can feel the heat of your breath. Smell the scent of your hair mingled with the slight sweet-sour of the beer. Our tongues meet inside your mouth and begin to dance around one another. The feeling is so sensual and erotic that I can feel my manhood react, growing stiff against the rigid fabric of my jeans. Your fingers intertwined behind my neck, pulling me slightly down to give your lips a better purchase on my own. I wrap my arm around your hips fully, keeping you close. My free hand reaching down, feeling the contours of your side over the denim of your overalls.

I break away, breathing heavy, but not wanting this to go too far just yet. It's just an introduction to each other, after all. I bite the center of my lower lip and squint my eyes at you. "This is going to be a fun visit, isn't it?" I back up against the counter across from you, put my palms down on either side of me, and press myself upward so that I can sit down on the granite. My feet dangle down and I tuck a curl behind my ear. I pick up my beer and sip on it, doing a much better job of keeping my eyes on you now that this first kiss has passed.

"I hope so." I respond, patting your hip with my hand. "So through there," I say, “is the sliding glass door to the brick patio I was telling you about." I say before taking another swig of beer. I look you over, sitting with your feet dangling, and tucking a loose curl behind your ear.

I can't see the patio from where I'm seated. Curious, I hold out my hands to you. Thinking back to our conversations about your patio makes me blush, and I struggle to meet your gaze again.

"Damn. You ARE cute, aren't you?" I say with an even bigger smile. I reach out, grab your hands, and help you hop down.