The Tale of My First Kiss
Many people remember their first kiss in a variety of ways. Toe-curling! That’s the first time I ever had a kiss.
My first kiss was no exception to the rule, and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. It’s almost there!
Some people recall it fondly, while others do their best to forget about it completely.
The story of my first kiss
I had my first kiss during high school with the girl I was dating, and I was allowed to drive her out in my dad’s luxury automobile for the first time.
It was the first time I’d had sex with my girlfriend.
First kisses were a big thing back then, and you couldn’t just kiss someone on the first date like it is now.
It wasn’t until we sat at ice cream parlors or coffee shops and parted with a handshake that lasted a little longer, or a pat on the shoulder, that I had my first kiss.
Week of my first kiss
It was a wonderful Monday, all things considered.
When I asked my father if I might use his car the following Saturday to go out with my friends, he consented, much to my surprise.
I couldn’t wait to tell my girlfriend how much I was looking forward to seeing her on Saturday and how much I was looking forward to showing her around town.
She, too, was ecstatic. When I informed my friends, the only thing we talked about was whether or not I’d receive my first kiss. I was confident that I could sneak up on my girlfriend and kiss her since I had the car to myself the entire day.
My first kiss was a big deal to me, and I was eager to take my spot in the annals of first-kiss tales. Of course, he would.
Learning from the stories of others’ first kisses
On Monday, it was just one day after my father had given me permission to drive the automobile. On the other hand, the daring stunt I planned to undertake on Saturday meant that Tuesday was almost D-day itself. As soon as I started watching films, I realized that the on-screen kissing appeared to be nearly impossible. The actors’ lip movements were both strange and perfect at the same time!
If she wanted to, I wondered if she would kiss me. Of course, I don’t want to give her the impression that I’m attempting to suffocate her. So I hoped she would at least have a sense of what was going on.
Although she shrugged and replied, “I guess,” when I told her that Saturday could be interesting the next day, I was surprised. Maybe it was her lack of words that drew me to her. I was enamored with her peaceful and serene demeanor, which made me swoon.
My first kiss haunts me to this day.
She had no idea that I wanted to kiss her, and I was convinced of it. That was a little too much for me. Pepper spray is a common accessory among teenage girls, according to rumors I’d heard. Furthermore, I’d read that it’s really irritating to the eyes. Also, according to my peers, it has been reported that girls have sprayed it on males who have attempted to kiss them. The topic of kisses and pepper sprays dominated many people’s minds as the week came to a close.
After a terrifying dream in which I was chased by pepper spray, Thursday finally arrived. My first kiss with my girlfriend will be in two days! At the same time, it was exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measure. In spite of this, something urged me to tell her that I wanted to kiss her. I was horrified by the idea that girls would use pepper spray on men who kissed them.
On Saturday, I asked her if she wanted to celebrate our relationship by having a special day, and she agreed to let me kiss her. It seemed like an eternity of tortured stillness before she smiled and answered, “Sure.” My ideal workday.
Friday whizzed by in an odd manner. At times, time appeared to stand still and at others, it burned like a light around the clock. She and I both laughed a lot. At times, I couldn’t help but peek at her lips, and it was a wonderful and cozy feeling. I couldn’t help but fantasize about swiping those luscious lips with my own. There was a distinct sense of joy and contentment in the air on Friday.
My first kiss tale came to an end on Saturday.
The alarm hadn’t gone off when I awoke with a start on Saturday morning, but as I peered out the window, I realized this was going to be the happiest day of my life. A long bath and liberal application of my father’s eau-de-cologne were the order of the day. I didn’t care if it made my face red; I just wanted to kiss her, smelling beautiful.
After a couple of near misses with the automobile, I finally found her at the neighborhood ice cream store. She was adorable. I liked her smile as well! We went to a movie theater and had popcorn and cola while watching a poor film. She explained that it was still early in the day and asked if she might do some window shopping first.
We took a short drive to some of the best shopping and bargain-hunting districts in the area. The sun was just west of noon as I looked up. My heart was literally thumping out of my chest! I was shaken to my core by something that had happened to me. At one point, I was having a terrific time, but then I felt sick. I had wanted to hang on just a little bit longer.
The notion that we were going to kiss in less than two hours didn’t seem to phase her at all. She didn’t show any signs of uneasiness or trepidation at all.
We made our way to the car an hour later, armed with a few shopping bags. We sat down once I opened the door on her side. My gaze was fixed on her as she sat with her shopping bags at her feet. I paused for a few moments and couldn’t figure out what to say to her.
I couldn’t help but start the car’s engine and proceed forward since I was overheated. I knew right then and there. She’d stared at me with that weird expression. She was eagerly awaiting my kiss!
Wow, how did she manage to make it look so simple? It was beyond my comprehension!
We were only fifteen minutes away from her house, but the trip felt like it took forever. As the song “Backstreet Boys” began playing, she started humming along. I was unable to look her in the eyes. In my mind, I couldn’t quit thinking about how to kiss her. I was afraid that if I glanced at her, steam would erupt from my ears.
I clenched the wheel tightly and focused my attention on the road for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I arrived at my destination. Because her parents didn’t approve of her going out with a guy on her own, I say my goodbyes to her a few houses before her own.
After that, I had my first kiss!
To avoid a collision, I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the headlights. Due to the time of day, the sky was already dark. I told myself it was either now or never. I couldn’t help but kiss her. In the meantime, she waited! Why couldn’t she initiate the conversation, I wondered. She gave me a warm smile and said she had a great time. My throat was dry, so all I could do was nod. She lowered one of her shopping bags onto her tummy. I kept my mouth shut. By this point, I was dripping wet. My throat was being strangled by the knot in my stomach. She was going to jerk the door open with her palm on the knob. I screamed…
“Do you mind if I kiss you?”
After I said that, I felt like I was about to collapse. When I felt dizzy, I thought I was going to faint. My head was filled with images of pepper spray. However, all she did was smile and say, “Sure.” There wasn’t much more to say about her.
I was well aware of my responsibilities. To learn how to kiss, I have seen a lot of movies with kissing scenes. Turning around, I cradled her with my right hand, urgently attempting to get into the ideal position to kiss her. The problem was that her shopping bags kept obstructing her path.
In retrospect, I’m sorry I didn’t see more movies with couples kissing while carrying bags of groceries. After a few seconds, I started to freak out. Her lips were buried in the sea of shopping bags, and I couldn’t find them. It didn’t work the second time.
I somehow located her lips at a distance and locked lips with her after a bit of a fight with her shopping bags and a lot of rustling and shredding of bags. I was unable to speak because of the space between us. She leaned back in her chair and admired the view outside. Was that it?” she asked in a sour tone as she turned around to face me.
After that, we never had another date or a second kiss. She broke up with me a week after we’d first started dating. After a few days, I was able to get over losing her.
Nevertheless, all of the masculinity I’d developed over my formative 16 years is stashed away in a rubbish can on the opposite side of the street. Even though I’ve never been able to obtain it, I’d still desire to someday.