Teach Me How To Kiss (1D AU)

"The French Kiss isn't the only passionate kiss there is…try kissing me back without using your tongue," Harry politely instructed me.

I was so eager to kiss the life out of him but apparently I was too in a rush. I assumed after that first kiss, that now we were supposed to plunge into this open mouth waltz. Not so Brynn. Not so. Instead we sat in the middle of his old bedroom floor, upon a black fluffy rug with our legs tangled like a double pretzel. Our bodies relaxed as we comfortably held each other's waist. It felt so natural, as though we did this all the time.

It was six o'clock on a Saturday evening, and I was scheduled for my regular sleepover at Izzy's house, only I wasn't planning on being there tonight. As far as she knew, I was babysitting our neighbor's kids. Instead, I actually had a house date with Harry and my adventurous little heart was just as giddy as the butterflies that paraded in my stomach.

We were in Harry's parent's house, where he told me he came for the weekends, otherwise he remained on campus. His folks were having a date night of their own, leaving the house all to ourselves; including the fridge. The materials included in this lesson looked delicious. He had prepared, prior to my arrival, a cup of melted chocolate with a plate of fruit and other snacks. I never had such a romantic non-date like this before; only group dates consisting of fast food and a movie. I was usually the 5th wheel. And yes, Izzy was the one on the actual date.

Yet now, I didn't know how to address the situation as far as bragging rights. Harry wasn't my boyfriend or my fake boyfriend, we were somewhat friends but not enough to call each other often and talk about our lives. At least for now, we were kissing-mates. He seemed fine with it, as did I. There was still no progress with Louis…so here I was. Clearly enduring this torturous exercise, because not only was I up-close-and-personal with this incredibly gorgeous guy, who was not in high school but in COLLEGE! No one would ever believe me.

A couple of minutes into practicing this classic smooch, which I underestimated; no tongue can be jut as fun. I noticed Harry liked to grab hold of my neck, like I was ever going to slip away…hah! And without any more verbal guidelines his lips simply instructed mine on what to do. He'd keep his mouth partly opened and provoked me by giving me light angelic taps and then did a complete 180 and crammed his mouth vengefully upon mine.

And in the midst of this playful cycle he'd give me an opportunity to do the same. My urge to lick him or slip my tongue in his mouth was driving me mad. The longer this pattern continued the dewier my skin got. I realized that I was definitely the follower. Izzy always gave off the impression that she was the more influential seductress, I liked following his lead and suggestions rather. Meaning, it was less pressure for me to perform.

On our oxygen break, Harry began to pop some crushed ice in his mouth. I thought that looked rather refreshing so I did the same not knowing this was the next lesson we would engage in. Except this time he chose to make himself more comfortable and sat with his back against the bed frame. And I, like an obedient pupil, took his hand that led me to his lap; face to face. I felt further exposed as our contact became more intimate.

"Now we begin exploring… with our tongues," he smiled.

This smile ignited the spark I was missing to go full force. I would hold absolutely nothing back even if I looked like a fool trying. After Harry grabbed a little more ice, he then placed his hands upon my thighs and watched me. Caught by surprise, as I was expecting his neck hold to lure me in, but this time he let me take control.

Okay then.

I took a little more ice and tucked my lips in, hoping to get them as cold as possible in the short amount of time I had before the moment became stale. With a subtle exhale I drove my lips towards his. Grabbing his chin, just like his neck-hold, I wormed my way into his mouth with my exploring tongue. This kiss was exhilarating and wet, with cool and warm temperatures, both fun and different. I was really enjoying it and I couldn't help interrupt with a smile or two…or four.

Meanwhile, I felt his fingers bury in my waist and the garments of my back. I could feel him clench onto my shirt and tug as I played with the rhythm of the kiss. Apparently that wasn't the only thing in rhythm for I caught myself rocking on him. I hoped he would never mention it as I didn't do it intentionally. Needless to say we were both severely into this kiss.

On his turn, keeping hold of my lower half, he rolled off the floor with me onto my back. Being pinned to the floor was a new view for me; seeing him contrasted against the white ceiling, drawing my full attention. Instead of continuing where we left off seconds ago, he sat back carefully putting his weight on his hind legs and not my stomach…thankfully.

"So tell me about this Louis guy, why do you like him?" he began.

"Oh, I..." caught a bit off guard by his sudden curiosity, "We are friends, although ever since I've noticed my feelings for him, we don't seem to talk as much."

"So you don't have this "deep connection" with him? You can't tell if he's into you?"

"No," I sighed.

I knew in my heart that all that was left for Louis was an empty crush. I mean compared to Harry…well there was no comparison; and no deep connection with either candidates. So where did that leave me? My first shot at a "boyfriend" and there was nothing to show for. No guy holding my hand to show off to my friends, no guy to bring home to an embarrassing dinner with mom, and no one to go on a cheesy date to eat fast food and watch a movie with. I was sick of being the 5th wheel!

Damn, I realized I was going off in my head while Harry stared in question. And then there was Harry…and then there was my inner voice telling me to shut the hell up. I could very well be at Elizabeth's house, at this very instant getting grilled by her annoying brother and his tactics of getting me some pathetic action; or listening to Izzy's love triangles that always seem to work in her favor. I had to be thankful and count my lucky stars. Secret or not, this was as good as a dorky girl with braces was ever going to get.

"What have you been thinking about over there?" Harry stood while helping me up in the process.

A nervous giggle is all I could share.

"Why don't we get some real food," Harry suggested while looking at our snacks.

I mentally pouted as I saw that lovely cup of chocolate go to waste. So we were going to have another part to this non-date that didn't involve just kissing? Sign me up…I think.

As far as the real food went, it brought us to the Saturday night hotspot…Pizza Port. Not only did all the high school students go here but his college friends were there as well. Stupid thoughts ran through my head; Harry passing me up as a kid sister or a cousin or a babysitting gig for his mother's friend. This could go wrong in so many ways.

I spotted the middle corner of a booth, my usual seat, in between the sets of couples. As I took a better look around I saw there weren't any booths available, which left us no other choice than to sit at the counter bar.

In plain sight, some of Harry's friends came over to pick on the poor guy, giving him a hard time asking who he was with. To which he merely replied "a friend". And I was more than fine with that. We had small table talk while gorging down on our pizza. I found out that he was 20, which made him 4 years older than me. He was studying Marine Biology; proving how much he truly loved the water. In fact, he was the 4th on a waiting list for an internship in Hawaii.

I excused myself to the rest room and on my way back I spotted Louis at one of the tables nearby; he must have come in while I was gone. I acted as though I hadn't seen him yet and joined Harry once again.

"That guy Louis…he's here," I whispered.

Harry casually turned his head to take a look. "You want to make him jealous?" he winked.

"Yes…"

"Good,but we have to keep it subtle…if there's a chance that he does like you, we don't want to ruin it," he reasoned.

I didn't know what Harry's plan was but it didn't seem as drastic as I thought it could be. He leaned in closer to talk to me and occasionally put his hand over mine. I'd look over often to see if Louis had been watching, and he was.

"I think its working," I whispered.

"Then let's really peek his interest," he stood up and asked for the bill.

"We're not having any dessert?" I said jokingly.

"Yes… at my house," he winked.

We left the pizza place holding hands. That was enough to raise even the slightest suspicion amongst my classmates. It was a little after nine o'clock and still plenty of night ahead of us. Once we arrived back at his house, still no parents in sight, we went straight for the kitchen.

As Harry took out our snacks and chocolate out again he paused, "So how far does this arrangement go?"

"How far as in…?" I was beyond confused.

"I mean, how far can we take this experience? Because I'm thinking it's time you had something to brag about to your friends, if you should ever tell them," he smirked.

Was Harry trying to seduce ME? Well of course it was working. Still there was something I couldn't understand.

"Do you mind if I ask…do you have a girlfriend or go out on a lot of dates?"

"I don't have a girlfriend but I do go out, why do you ask?"

"I just couldn't help wonder why you haven't forced me to go…further," I confessed timidly.

Harry walked over and lifted me by the waist onto the counter top. Now at the same eye level which made me all the more nervous. He placed his hands on my knees and looked softly into my eyes.

"Because that wasn't part of our arrangement."

"Oh."

"Unless you want to…" he raised a brow, but I think he already knew what my answer would be.

"No! Definitely NOT ready for that," I assured him.

"Alright, so getting back to the good stuff…Are you ready for that?"

With that smile how could I refuse?

He wore a daring grin with hypnotizing sparkles in his eyes. I watched as he took a kitchen towel and began to soak it under the faucet. What was he scheming only God knew, but I had a feeling this would certainly be brag-worthy. Take that,Niall!

This was the ideal treatment; Harry had begun wiping my legs with the damp towel. He took long strokes starting from my mid-thighs, over the curvatures of my knees and calves down to the bottoms of my feet, leaving them impeccably clean. In the midst of this, he frequently glanced over expecting, awaiting my response. Although I was still trying to figure out what he was up to.

"This might seem a little gross at first but I think you'll like it."

After Harry heated the cup of chocolate, he took a spoon and began to drizzle the warm sauce down my leg, including my toes. With a conniving smile he brought my big toe in his mouth, which explained why he wiped my feet in the first place. I scrunched up my nose and even squirmed a little as it reminded me of a dog licking my toes.

Then he began to gently suck and kiss on all my toes; I could see where this was starting to get interesting. He found my soft spot on the arch of my foot where I couldn't stop giggling and somehow he took that as a sign to continue right there. Laughing silently he then continued up my foreleg, my mouth and eyes widening the further up he got.

Once he reached my knees, he stood straight up and licked his lips. I on the other hand had turned cherry red, not expecting that at all or what was to come. He boldly took off his shirt and I was left stunned at his soft firm chest. It happened in slow motion and at this point I could have sworn that I was daydreaming; until Harry took my finger and dipped it in the chocolate and then brushed my dripping finger over his upper body. Before I could mentally digest what had happened, he slid his mouth over my finger to clean the remainder of the chocolate. Fireworks now went off inside my brain.

"A little tip: if you ever do THAT to a guy, you'll have him eating out of your hand," he said confidently.

Moving closer towards the edge of my counter seat, I hesitantly caught the chocolate drop that was beneath his collar bone with the tip of my shy tongue. I wished I could close my eyes and not feel the pressure of him watching me but in order to follow this tasty trail my eyes required opening.

"Close your eyes, you're making me nervous," I choked.

He shot a huge smile and did just that. Only I still felt slightly bashful about where to place my hands now that he was shirtless, so I left them on my lap. I was almost frightened at the thought of Harry reading my mind as he grabbed my hands and placed one on his subtle abs and the other at his waist. Soon I found myself addicted to the taste of his skin mixed with the chocolate. I knew I had it smudged all over my face at this point but my fearless side was once again set free; I could care less.

Harry lowered his face to mine to introduce his lips to this chocolaty kiss. I couldn't say if it was the edible aphrodisiac or lustful feelings starting to bloom but the next time I opened my eyes I was doomed.

After washing up we went back to his room, and he was still holding my hand. Could he be feeling something for me or was this really just him keeping the end of the arrangement. Kissing didn't include holding hands and paying for my food. Kissing didn't include us laying in his bed together gazing at the dim ceiling and finally talking about our personal lives. Kissing didn't involve his arm around me playing with my ponytail.

"You know, I think you're a great girl. And if Louis can't see that then he's missing out," he squeezed my arm.

Before I could keep falling in love with this night, the thought that Harry did go out with other girls interrupted my daze. I didn't want to be "another girl" but I didn't know how to casually ask him about it.

"So is this how you hang out on your other dates?" I knew that wasn't casual enough…dang it!

"Actually, I don't hang out like this really."

"So what do you do?"

"Well, um…" he cleared his throat giving me the clear indication of the obvious.

"Right, that was a stupid question," I clarified.

"No, I just didn't want you to feel awkward."

"Too late. So that's why you've never wanted to…" I assumed.

"Well this is a rare situation,and you are not like those girls."

I knew exactly what he meant, and it pleased me to know that I wasn't like them, even if they got to sleep with him.

"Can I ask you when was the last time…you don't have to answer really," I knew I was being nosy but I really wanted to know.

"I can honestly say a few days before I met you at The Pit. You seem to be quite curious about my sex life," he laughed.

"I guess it's a grass-is-always-greener complex," I admitted. Yes, I was very curious!

"Don't be in a rush."

"I guess I worried why you never seemed…you know…turned on by me," I finally blurted out.

"Ohhhhhh," he chuckled followed by a blushing smile. "Ican GUARANTEE that I've been turned on by you. But a guy has his tricks and that I cannot reveal."

Ok good, so I wasn't like those other girls yet he WAS turned on by me. Relief.

"In fact, I have yet to show you the skill of necking," he exclaimed while rolling over to his side.

Perhaps it was time for me to quiet down and he knew just how to do that. Reclining on one arm and the other lying across my stomach, he initiated the first kiss at the tip of my earlobe. Again reminding me of the dog-licking when he poked his tongue in my ear, but once he blew over it I felt that warm sensation rattle my butterflies again. Tiny nibbles moved down my neck, along with playful bites and he had free reign to do whatever he wanted.

"Keep going" I purred, shocked by my impulsive comment as that clearly wasn't meant to be heard.

I had a loose purple tank top and short cutoff jeans, making things rather easy for my partner to navigate. Wherever and whatever Harry's nose pointed at and uncovered, his lips followed. And of course by now he was reaching the very rim of my bra and I was setting foot on greener grass with every passing second.

Reaching under my tank Harry determined to pull over my shirt. Every hair on my body stood up at the gentle impact of cooler air. I had not planned on ever reaching this level of intimacy with anyone, if you would have asked me a month ago. And I had a feeling it wouldn't stop there. Both of us shirtless and ardent, I was about to get on a ride unsure of any way of stopping.

Before I could continue my insecurity kicked in again. This time I felt I needed confirmation of my self-worth. I knew I turned him on, it doesn't take much for guys to get to that point, but did he think I was attractive or special? Maybe I was complicating things but if this was going to turn into my possible first time I didn't want it to be meaningless.

My insecurity grew once I realized that he unsnapped my bra with one hand. Wasn't that a skill that guy's took pride in. Was I being too easy? Was I asking too many useless questions? I don't know if I was ready for him to see me completely topless. I quickly held on to my bra before it was too late. Taking a hint, Harry jerked back alarmed.

"I'm sorry. Was I going too fast?"

"It's not so much that Harry…"

"We should stop here. This was kind of going too far," he realized.

"No, its just scary. My first time…and I'm nervous."

"That's normal, but I wasn't intending for it to get there."

"Let's just not do THAT, okay," I hoped Harry would read my mind once more. I didn't want to just stop, but I didn't want to go all the way either.

Harry sweetly pushed my bra straps back up my shoulders and made sure to not move it again. I could tell he was confused on what to do next and I couldn't blame him. If I were a guy I'd probably be frustrated as well. But how could I tell my teacher what I wanted when I didn't even know myself.

"So, how turned on are you right now?" bad icebreaker Brynn. I'll never learn.

"If you even have to ask, then you don't understand the male body at all," he laughed.

"Just kiss me like you mean it. No agreement or arrangement.Just me," I demanded.

His hand found its way towards my neck again only this time it passed all the way to the back of my head. His body carefully rolled onto mine. With eyes wide open he began to show me all the kisses up till now but with more passion. I wasn't scared to look into his eyes and read his mind for once. With each kiss I felt myself disappear into his bed, as though it were swallowing us whole.

Under the covers with blind roaming hands, I finally understood Niall, but there was so much more right here and now. I did have him and Izzy to thank, or I would have never met Harry. I was so close to actually having my first time, but we didn't get that far. We did however get to do that rocking motion again on each other. This time I wasn't so timid.

It was past midnight, Harry was already asleep and I was about to pass out right next to him. I realized I hadn't seen or heard my phone in hours. Slipping out of his bed, I began to search for it and coincidentally found it under ashirt on the floor.

"17 missed calls!" I gasped.

I found 3 missed calls from Izzy and the rest from my mother. Putting these two together only meant one gruesome truth…I was busted. My doubts were answered when I saw my mother's texts first asking where I was and then asking where the HELL I was because I wasn't at Izzy's. And let's not forget to mention Izzy's text about why I lied to her. There was no way out of this one, only how do I get dropped off without Harry being seen and being sparred the humiliation.

Of course one of the greatest nights of my life would endwith me being grounded. At least I had plenty of time to replay every detail and kiss learned.

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