First Kiss

Hi, I’m Monica. You probably don’t know me, but chances are I’ve met you, or seen you, or bumped into you in the hallway of your school. See, I’ve been to just about every state except for Utah, Kansas, Arkansas, Wyoming, Arizona and Massachusetts. Well, I stayed in Massachusetts one summer, but I doubt that counts. Anyway, I travel around so much because my father is in the U.S. Army. Luckily he tends to only get stationed across the nation, never over seas. So, basically, I’ve been to so many high schools, I can never get settled.

I’m now in Florida. Florida’s alright I guess. It’s not Hawaii, but it’s cool to an extent. And the high school I attend now is huge. There are so many people here. It was so hard to get around and familiarize myself with the rooms when I first got here. They all look alike, you know? But I’m blabbing, so let me get to the point. I’m writing this to tell my story about when I met the sweetest guy on earth. AJ.

I will be honest. I am not the most aesthetically pleasing girl in the world. I’ve never really been concerned with make-up and designer clothes. I’ve always had my own sense of style, if you can even call it style. Jeans, boots, a sweater if its cold, a t-shirt if it’s hot. Are you feelin’ me? I’ve always dressed that way and I never really felt the need to change. Of course, as I got older, and started liking guys, I felt a little more self conscious. Still, change took too much effort in my eyes.

The very first day I came to this school, I immediately noticed how all of the girls dressed. They were either grungy, in the punk rock side of the spectrum. Or they were extras from the Clueless movie. So, of course, you can guess I felt out of place. I was either too conformal or to tom-boyish. I can’t begin to describe how many looks of disgust I got as soon as I walked into most of my classes.

But there was one face that welcomed me with a smile. It was quite clear that he was popular. Girls were always flocked around him. And he always had a pack of guys behind him, his friends I suppose. Or mindless followers, either one. Regardless, he was a work of art. The perfect body. The perfect smile. And his voice. His voice was amazing.

We had Trigonometry with Algebra together. I was shocked, and excited when the teacher seated us alphebetically. That was also when I found out his name. Alexander McLean. Music to my ears. He sat down next to me and started flipping through his notebook. He turned to the Drills section of his Math section and started copying the problems on the board.

I reached into my bookbag for a pencil, and when I discovered I didn’t have one, I just about panicked. He was obviously looking at me, because he reached into his pocket and handed me one.

“Thanks.” I said to him, and he just shrugged and replied, “No problem.” Once he finished copying the problems, he looked them over and started to sigh.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked me, and I told him. “Right… Monica… Please tell me you remember some of this stuff. Cause I don’t know about you, but math formulas slip my mind every summer and come September, I draw blanks.” He explained. I simply nodded, in all of my shyness, and I leaned toward him to show him how to work the problem. As the methods started to come back to him, he began to nod and start writing his own answers.

“Thanks, babe.” He said to me. I wanted to scream! I don’t know why I was acting so giddy. It was just that he was so beautiful to me. Perfect in every sense of the word.

Towards the end of the class, he asked what my next class was. I pulled my folded schedule from my pocket and handed it to him. He looked it over and his eyes grew wide.

“Damn, you have AP United States History. Ms. Brown’s gonna kill you guys with work. I had her last year. She’s cool though. But check it, we have next period together too. Photography. That ought to be interesting…” He was about to continue, but a girl came up to him and cut him off.

“Why didn’t you call me last night, AJ?” She asked with a huge goofy grin on her face. I looked at her and I knew that I couldn’t even compete. She was probably a size 4. She was tall and very beautiful. Me? I was just plain old Monica. There’s no other way to describe me. Oh! I know. Rachel Leigh Cooke way before Freddie Prinze brought her out of her shell in the “She’s All ThaT” movie.

When the bell rang, I went to my third period class and took a seat. There weren’t any desks, just stools at huge wooden tables. It wasn’t just a photography room, it was also for other art classes. AJ came to class a minute or so after me. Just my luck, he took a seat at my table, next to me.

“Tired of me already, ain’t ya?” He suggested. I just shook me head and smirked. The teacher came in and turnd the lights out. The entire class fell silent. There were no windows and the room was pitch black. He suddenly hit another switch and a dozen red lights came on. When my eyes adjusted, I saw AJ staring directly at me with the stupidest expression on his face. I almost fell out of my chair, he had scared me just that much. But I had to laugh. Seeing him look so silly, and in a red-lit room, was all too funny. As we both sat their giggling like elementary kids, he rubbed my back and apologize for catching me off guard. I just about melted.

The teacher, Mr. Miller, went on to tell us that we’d have to get used to seeing in the red light because that’s how 75% of the class would be spent. The other 25% would be spent out making pictures in various classrooms. Anything else that Mr. Miller said went unheard because AJ and I were just sitting there whispering about the most irrelevant things.

After school, I walked out of Ms. Brown’s classroom and went to my locker. AJ fell against the lockers next to mine, making a loud banging sound, to scare me again just for the fun of it.

“You have the funniest reaction faces, girl. You are too hilarious.” He said, referring to how I looked when he slammed into the metal lockers.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask you something. See, I suck in math. I don’t even know why I’m in Trig, cause I already have the 3 required math credits. But, I doubt I can get out of the class. So, I need your help. You know that stuff, and you can tutor me. Well, that is, if you want to.” I closed my locker and looked at him as if I had to think about it, knowing full well I was going to say yes anyhow.

“Sure, I can tutor you. But my Dad doesn’t like it when I stay after school. So we’re gonna have to meet at the library or something.” AJ frowned his face up.

“I hate studying in libraries with another person. You can’t talk, you gotta whisper. But hey, why can’t I just come to your house? I’d offer to bring you home with me, but my Mom and I have been painting all the rooms and it smells weird.” He showed her his hand and there were little specs of paint under his fingernails.

“Well, sure, you can come to my house. In fact, you can come as soon as you're ready. I’ve got nothing to do today.” I replied, overly anxious that he was coming to my house, and we’d be alone.

“I got a ride, we can just leave now.” I was perfectly okay with this notion. I followed him out to his car and got in. He started it and pulled out of his parallel parked position. He was a fast driver. The type to have one arm half out of the window and the other on the wheel.

“You’re Dad’s not gonna mind, right?” He asked. And I told him that he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even be home until after 9. My house wasn’t far from the school, so we got there in no time. He parked on the street instead of the driveway and we went inside.

I offered him something to eat, but he only wanted something to drink. I got two Sprites from the fridge and we went into the dining room. Since the floor was carpeted, we both kicked our shoes off and sat down.

We did our Trig homework together, and I helped him to remember all of the basics of geometry he had forgotten from the previous year. After Trig was finished, I gave him a few pointers on his Physics.

“Damn girl, your head must stay in the books.” He said after we had finished up. I just smiled and looked at the clock. It was around 5. As I put my books back into my bag, I felt him staring at me. I looked up, expecting him to ask me something. And ask he did.

“Did you have a boyfriend where you last lived?” I wanted to say yes to make him think that I wasn’t a complete loser. But I was never one to tell lies to make myself seem better than I really am.

“No. I’ve never had a boyfriend.” I revealed to him. His beautiful puppy-dog eyes widened. And he scooted closer to me.

“So… you’ve never been kissed?" I said no. "I don’t believe you. With lips like yours. Who wouldn’t wanna kiss you, girl?” I just shrugged. He was sweeping me clean off of my feet, and he knew it.

Then, catching me completely off guard, he leaned in and kissed me. I felt his tongue press against my closed lips, forcing them open. I was being kissed for the first time, and deeply at that. I tilted my head to the side, like they always do in movies, and gave him better access to my mouth. With that, he held the back of my neck and kissed me even deeper. Once he pulled away, he touched my lips with his index finger.

“How was that?” He asked in a low and husky voice. I didn’t know what else to say, so I nodded and answered that it was “Perfect.”

“Bet you’ve never been touched either. A virgin to everything, right?” I just know my face turned red when he asked me that. I was a virgin to everything. No guy ever liked me before. And if he did, he never told me or showed it. Cause I was always alone and I never got to do anything with anyone, despite my strong desire to.

He placed his hand on my thigh and started to rub it. He went higher, to my hip. Then higher, he reached my waist. He stopped to kiss me. And then he went even higher, to first button of my shirt. As he undid the buttons one by one, my heart just about started beating out of my chest. And before I knew it, my bra was exposed.

He looked up at me for confirmation, and of course I gave it to him. I mean, I was living a fantasy. The hottest guy in the school was feeling me up. He cupped both of my breasts in both his hands, and he kissed my neck just to send me over the edge. He suddenly pulled away.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, not ever wanting him to stop.

“You never showed me your room.” He said with a devious little grin. I grabbed his hand and we went running up the stairs to my bedroom. He looked around, scoping out the walls. Learning a little more about me just from posters and pictures. He came across a picture of a woman who I resembled. She was sitting with my father and myself. He pointed to it and turned to me.

“This your mother?” He asked.

“Yeah. She left when I was 4-years-old. She just got tired of being a married mother I guess. But my Dad’s been raising me ever since. And I’m cool with the way things are.” He held my hand tighter.

“My Dad left me and my Mom when I was little too. So I know how it feels." He paused for a minute. "Come here.” He added as he pulled me towards my bed. I sat down and he leaned over top of me. Continuing to kiss me. Suddenly, I felt his tongue going over my nipples through the my bra.

He got directly on top of me and I could feel his erection pressing into the crotch of my jeans. My flesh overrode my mind, and I felt myself grinding against him. He sat up then and undid his jeans, exposing his boxers. He took my hand and pressed it against his erection, letting me feel how hard it was, and how big it was, and how very capable he was of pleasing me if the occasion arose. I was just about to reach into his boxers, not able to fight the urges, when he asked when my father would come home.

“I am home!” My father shouted as he pushed the door completely open and caught us all over each other. It wasn't anywhere near nine o'clock! He was home way too early! My hand was nearly touching AJ’s rock-hard cock and his hands were pinching my nipples and kneading my breasts through my bra.

“Get the hell off of my little girl. What the hell do you think you’re doing here? She’s a good girl and I’ll be damned I’m gonna let you ruin her life. Get the hell out!” Daddy screamed. AJ jumped off of the bed and ran out of the room, zipping his jeans back up as he went. He grabbed his shoes and his bookbag once he got downstairs, then left through the front door. I watched from my window as he got into his car and sped off. I could still hear my Dad yelling at him from the front door. I knew I was in for it now.

Sure enough, he came back upstairs and sat down on the side of my bed.

“Monica, sweetheart, what were you thinking? He’s no good for you, look at him! Tattoos all over his arms, earrings in his ears. Besides honey, you only just started school today. You don’t even know him.” Daddy went on and on about choosing guys with more caution and why it was important to save myself for that special man on my wedding night. I was tired of hearing him preach about how my life should be.

“No Daddy! No! Maybe I don’t know him all that well, but you don’t know me at all! We go from state to state to state, and I can never adjust. I’ve never got any attention from guys. And I’m 16 now, Dad! I’ll be 17 in just a few months. And you have to stop treating my like some little kid. I admit we rushed things, but nothing serious was going to happen. And I like this guy. He’s sweet. And he’s funny. And he welcomed me immediately when everyone else acted as though I’m some alien. You have a lot of impact on my decisions, because I always want you to be proud of me. But you have no jurisdiction over my love life. And if I wanna see AJ, I will see him.” I said, standing my ground.

“You can say all that you want to say, Monica. But I am the head of this house. And I am your father. And you will not see any boy who feels it’s ok to undress and touch you the first day he meets you. I forbid it. And if I catch you with him again, you will be punished. You won’t go anywhere but to school and back. Case closed.” He stated, then he left the room, walking stiffly as most military men do.

All I could do was cry.


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