I Remember My First Kiss

@RoboChloe
I thought about your comment this morning, Chloe, about peer pressure among girls, especially teen girls. When we hit that age of hormones we get especially hung up on our looks (if we haven't already at a younger age). Having a boy pay attention to us and want to make love to us is kind of a badge of honor that signals that somehow we're in that category of "desirable females."

I think it's one of the crazier parts of being a teenager and a very confusing one. I wasn't at all interested in boys until I reached the age of 13. I was far more interested in playing music, dance, and martial arts. But when the bug hit, wow! Double whack upside the head!

In one martial art class that year of my 13th summer, there was a boy, David, a year older than me, very cute, blessed with a friendly personality and sense of humor that made everyone like him. Dark wavy brown hair, blue eyes, a smile that lit up a room. I had known him all my life and we were pals. We were in the same martial art group since we were five years old. But now when I was in his presence, I melted into a puddle of awkwardness.

Our instructor was demonstrating a refinement of a technique involving shoulder locks and take downs. Our Sensei paired David and I up to practice. Of course I was reduced to a clumsy mess the moment David put his hands on me. David wasn't used to my utter inability to do any of the techniques correctly and he asked me if I was OK. Normally, most things I did were done with a crisp precision. And so, my rational response to his concern, of course, was to get pissed. Before even I knew what I was doing I dropped to the floor and executed a lightning fast low spinning leg kick that swept David off his feet. He hit the ground hard on his back with a resounding thump. Before he could recover I hopped on him straddling his chest. And once again, before I had a moment to think about it, I planted a kiss on his lips.

"There now," I thought, "At least now I can say I kissed a boy!"

David thought I was just punking him and started laughing. To hide my embarrassment, now that the other kids were looking at us and hooting, I laughed as well. But inside I was dying.

One month later when we were playing softball with our gaggle of cousins and sibs David sat beside me on the ground as we waited our turn to bat. He put an arm around my shoulders, lips to my ear and softly spoke, "Annie, I know you were just fooling around last month, but, damn, I just can't forget the feeling I got getting kissed by you. I know we're just friends...."

I didn't give him a chance to finish. I turned my head to his face, our lips met, and now he was kissing me. A slow, firm but gentle kiss. My first real one!

@annie616pop A great story. Sounds like yor first kiss was much better than mine :) And you're right about peer pressure, too.

@whyschool in retrospect, I should have thought about it like that. But as I said, stupid priorities. I blame peer pressure!

Eh, I've still not had mine and I'm 15. Idc though, I want to have it with someone who deserves it tbh

Not stupid at all! 😊