My First Kiss At 15

I remember meeting him for the first time. He was a tall 17 year old guy...and I was short, about 5'4". I forgot my purse at his grandmother's house, and we were walking back to her house. It was a very clear July night with pretty stars and a huge crecent moon. We were in no rush. I remember him leaning, and looking down at me.

And then it happened. Of course, we had rushing hormones, and he wasn't a bad kisser. ;) After 15 minutes or so, I reminded him that I had to get my purse.

I remember walking back to his parent's house, and my own were wondering where in the heck he took me, she just lives close by! lol

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1 Response Mar 15, 2009

Mmm...that is beautiful...#^^# He sounds like a winner.