A Deep Puff

After a deep smooch, I buried my face into her neck exhaling a gush of air. I could feel her rush of breath over my cheek. Amidst this intense feeling, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Confused, I looked at her quizzingly. I asked, "What ..what happened?" She continued to smile and said, "Is it your first kiss?" I blushed to the tips of my tanned bearded face and didn't answer. Instead, I asked, "What the hell made you ask this question?" Laughing aloud she said, "Your hunger for air" and continued laughing.

Yeah, it was my first one and I know I could not make it perfect yet, I'm sure it was a memorable one.

Instinctively, I asked "It's not your first one then?" in a confusing tone. Maybe this is not the right question, I should not have asked her but my uncontrolled tongue spill it.

Looking deep into my eyes, her eyes started blinking in order to stop drowning into tears. In vain, they rolled down fast and furious over her cheeks.

Hiding them with some strands of hair she rushed out of the car and lit a cigarette. One puff, and then she wiped her tears. Another puff and another wipe.

And then a deep puff, killing all her emotions with it. Looking at my confused face she smiled.