Very Ordinary

It was both our Freshman year of High School, and we were 14.  We had been dating for just over 2 weeks, and went to one of the last home games together.  We just stayed with our friends most of the game, having a good time and all that.  Eventually, we found our way off by ourselves, just talking.  We leaned against a fence together, and he gave me an Eskimo kiss.

I asked him why it had to be eskimo before I stopped myself, and he answered, "Do you want me to kiss you?"

All I said was, "Maybe."

He knew I wouldn't kiss in front of people, so he pulled me over to the sports equipment shed, and we sat down behind it.  I told him I was on to his dastardly plans to rape me with a shovel, and he laughed.

I just laughed with him, for no real reason.  And while I was doing this, he leaned over and kissed me.

Granted, he only got half my mouth.  It didn't matter to me then.  I touched my lips, smiled, and asked him, "Was that my first kiss?"

He answered, "... I think that counts."

And we kissed a few more times that night, and nobody saw.


lanolium lanolium
13-15, F
3 Responses Mar 6, 2009

Aww. I always love reading about people's first kisses. :)

awww thats so cute

aww. this is lovely and adorable. stories like these give me hope that mine might be worth the wait.