I have made a new friend here on WordPress. Her blog name is Pristine Prowess. We share a lot of the same ideas, both love speculative, Disney, and all that jazz. Her blog is truly remarkable! She has inspired in her recent post to tell you all a true story about my first kiss!
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Two Halloween’s ago I was dressing up as a football player. Really I just wanted the free candy, who cares if I’m seventeen? I was about to go meet my boyfriend, he lived in the same neighborhood as me, and we were going to go trick-or-treating together. We had been going steady for about a month, and he was moving very slowly. It took the poor boy two weeks to just hold my hand, and I had to grab his the first time.
I really had no plans for anything to happen that night. Just a casual night, holding hands, ringing door bells. He not really dressed up, he was pretty boring like that. He wore a brown jacket, a Friday the 13th mask, and carried a fake rifle (I made him not wear the mask because it freaked me out).
We were walking down Arabian Way when he decides to stop in the middle of the road. Me, not knowing what the heck was going on, turned around and saw him staring up at the stars. “It’s a beautiful night,” he said, in his very monotone voice.
I toss my head back and take in the stars, starting to get a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. Is he really going to kiss me tonight? I thought. I part of me screamed FINALLY, but another part said, There’s no way.
As I’m taking in the thousands of stars I notice that he was turned and started walking away from me. What the… I thought, and I started running after him. We didn’t talk at all as we walked straight down Arabian Way. The road was unfinished and past the road was a big-ish field. Near the far road was a large hill.
I followed him, wondering if his gun really was fake, and started to ascend the large hill. The slop was steep but I had cleats on, for I was still in my awesome, yet freezing, football uniform.
We reached the top of the hill and he started watching the cars pass by. There weren’t many cars on the road, but when one would pass by he would follow it with his eyes. I choked on a laugh as I pictured him as a dog.
I guess he was done watching the cars because he then laid down on the ground. Please remember that it is late October and really cold, and to top it off, I’m only wearing leggings on my lower half, so my legs were like blocks of ice. But, I laid down on the hard ground with him.
Still not talking we laid there… and laid there… and laid there. Now I’m thinking that he is trying to build up the courage to kiss me but is too scared to really try. During this thought he gets up and stares at the cars again.
I was just about to say that we should leave when he said “I’m really sorry. I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I, but it can’t be too hard.”
He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I mean, I’ve kissed my mom and my grandma…” Okay, if there are any boys reading this who have not kissed, or are scared of it, don’t ever compare your girlfriend to your mom or grandma.
I started laughing, how could I not. He looked at me and had very sad puppy dog eyes. “Sorry. Just pucker your lips and lean in.” I was starting to get frustrated.
He didn’t say anything. Just continued to shift. I silently groaned. This whole “first kiss” thing was not going the way I planned.
Screw it, I thought. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. I could tell he was shocked because his entire body tensed. But then it relaxed. My eyes were closed tight, my lips were puckered, I felt a glimmer of something.. but it quickly died.
I don’t know how long that “kiss” lasted, probably no more than two seconds, but it was my first. I pulled away and he stood there for a second. “I’m freezing my butt off. Can we go now?” The deed was done, and there was nothing left to do up here on this hill. I was slightly irritated that he couldn’t have just manned up and kissed me.
“Yeah, sorry.” I don’t know if he was apologizing for the kiss, the weather, the night, or all of the above, but it was a nice gesture.
He went a little ways done first and helped me get down as well. “I promise that next time will be better.”
“Okay.” I said as I thought, There probably won’t be a next time. He walked me home in silence. There was no good-bye kiss. I walked inside and went to my room. My mom asked me how my night was and I simply told her that he kissed me. “No good huh?”
You have no idea.
