Lip Service
MVWD happened in High School. I was going to be senior and was dating a guy a few years older than me. He was really into me and let me get away with a lot of stupid and immature behavior fitting of a 17 year old.
“My mom doesn’t want me to date you since you’re older than me so we have to sneak around,” I explained.
“Okay,” he said.
“I have an obnoxious best friend that you will have to put up with,” I added.
“Okay,” he said.
Half way through the summer and very deeply into our honeymoon period he took me out for ice cream. We decided to share a sundae and he let me choose all my favorite things. This also included him not getting his favorite thing, namely, peanuts. The overwhelming gooeyness continued as we fed each other between kisses. In a climax of cuteness he placed the cherry between his teeth and prompted me to come get it. I leaned forward and tried (not so skillfully) to bite off half the cherry. The little bugger wouldn’t stay put, but I finally got a good grip on it when “SNAP!” My date recoiled in pain and reveled, to my utter horror, that I had just bitten through his lip.
He was amazingly gracious about it. He allowed me to finish the sundae (as he couldn’t bear to eat any more) and apparently wore it as a badge honor with his friends later that night. I am still overcome with guilt. At this very moment I am apologizing profusely to my date, who now happens to be my husband and he is still assuring me that it wasn’t that bad. Just so you know, I don’t get off that easy anymore.
