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First Kiss

The first time I kissed my boyfriend, I was 16 years old. He was lying sideways on my bed caressing my foot, at least that’s how it started. Then he worked his way inside the bottom of my jeans, and up to my knee. He then pulled his hand out of the leg of my jeans and moved up my knee and my legs began to shake. You know that shake, right? That longing, that excitement…

After about ten minutes of this I couldn’t stand it anymore. I sat up and decided that I was going to kiss this boy. Since he was lying sideways on my bed, I had to maneuver myself over to him while trying not to look obvious. Halfway there I said, “screw it” and leaned in to kiss his mouth (sideways).

Jon had never kissed a girl before and I could tell as soon as our lips touched. It was such a tiny little kiss too, so soft it felt like I imagined the whole thing. But Goddamn was it sweet. Everyone, even my worst enemies should feel this kind of sweetness at least once in their lives.