I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It

The first time I kissed a girl, I was 13 at my older sister's graduation party. There, I met a girl named Elizabeth-- She was 16.

We locked eyes almost as soon as I entered the room, and, with a small smile, I was already interested. Throughout the party, I slowly inched closer and closer, until she was just within reach-- And she was there to greet me with a smile.

Elizabeth was beautiful-- Wearing a simple white skirt and top, which seemed conflicting with her black hair with pink highlights swaying to the right of her face. She didn't belong there, it was obvious, but... That only made me hooked on her.

With a smile, she took me away from the crowded living room to the upstairs balcony, where we chatted as if we had been best friends forever. And that's when I noticed she was getting closer, and closer, until our cheeks were basically touching. I was getting a weird feeling I had rarely felt before, and then... She did it.

My mind froze, but my body continued. Our lips danced along each other, and her hand, to my surprise, traveled up my stomach to my quite small breasts. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me as our tongues swirled around each other. I made a small noise, not on purpose, but it seemed to stir her more as she pushed me back onto the floor, getting on top of me.

I was lost in her eyes, her body-- And it would've been great if my sister hadn't come to find me. She was shocked, and shoo'd Elizabeth away like she was a pest. I was still starstruck, and lost in her smile as she told me her name and left.

Apparently, nobody at that party knew who she was... But some people left early, so I can't know for sure, but she was my angel, and I wish I had gotten to see her again... But I never did.

So honestly, I feel I have her to thank for leading me down the path of pursuing girls. It hasn't let me down yet. :D