Too Young For Love?--yeah Right

My first kiss was with an older boy. I was in kindergarten, and he was in first grade. He was the class bully's brother. The sister, Amber, was evil. She beat me up, like, everyday.

Anyway, the brother whose name was Michael, and I were hanging out. Suddenly he said, "Wanna go somewhere?" I nodded.

At first, I wasn't really sure where we were going, but I wasn't sure if he did either. I remember that day clearly. I wore a white top and a blue skirt.

"Michael, where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere private." He answered. We finally disided on the third grade entrance behind a garbage can. I had my back to the garbage. "Are...are you ready?" Michael asked.

"For what?" But Michael didn't answer. He leaned forward and tried to kiss me but sorta missed and it landed on the corner of my mouth.

I didn't really have a relationship with Michael because of two reasons: 1, I was in kindergarten, and 2, I moved schools the next week.

Now, my first boyfriend was Jacob, a really cute blue eyed boy. This was in 5th grade. We never really went out, but we were considered boyfriend and girlfriend. But then Jacob broke up with me for no reason two months later. I hate him so much.

Now I am dating Ben. We are both going into high school. The day we got together, Ben accidentally insulted me. I ran all the way home and he followed me. It was a hot summer day.

He caught up with me in the front of my house and kissed me. I kissed him back. I realized he was sweating because we were just running.

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked. He said that he would. I lead him into my kitchen, got him a Coke, and sat down with him on my couch. Thank God my parents weren't home.

"Soooo..." Ben sighed. He was so thinking about our kiss.

I smiled. "I have time." I kissed him, and he kissed back. At first it was shy, but then it was making out.

Next thing I knew, Ben had his hands on his shoulders, pulling me towards him. He lay down on the couch, with us still making out, and pulling me ontop of him. I put my fingers underneath his shirt. His hands started making their way over my shoulders, down my chest, up my shirt, and finally rested on my breasts. I withdrew my hands.

"Ben..." I started.

"No." Ben stopped me. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go that far. We were friends for a long time, and now we are more...and I just got carried away. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I laughed. "You didn't hurt me. I actually liked it. I stopped you because I think we are too young for this. Could you imagine if you got me pregnant? We need to talk about this."

Ben looked worried. "Um, I sorta already had THAT talk with my dad."

"Silly." I said, "I mean, when we really want to do this.". We agreed that twenty was an okay age.

Ben and I are good now. We only kiss for like, three seconds.