A Story of You #6 The kiss, the cousin, and being grounded for life

Contest entry number six by Purple Foxglove...

6. The kiss, the cousin, and being grounded for life

My first really satisfying kiss, you know the kind that you remember and smile about every couple of minutes all day long, happened in my car when I was 17. A night and day difference from my firstkiss, by the way. Having a tongue shoved into your mouth is just way too much to manage while you're worrying about what to do with the rest of your mouth, let alone your tongue and somebody else's. In short, I don't recommend it.

Anyhow, I should start the story of my first non-horrible kiss with when I met the boy, who we will call Boy2. It was halfway through my senior year in high school, when Boy1 (a freshman who at the time lives in my neighborhood) walked over to my house to ask me to some ROTC ball or dance or something along the lines of a "date." This boy later ended up dating two of my best friends before getting a third girl pregnant, but at the time, I proceeded to promptly turn him down as gently as I could.

Until his attractive, twenty year old cousin (Boy2) was brought to my attention, almost crashing a bicycle on the street in front of my house. It's hard to let someone down lightly when you're inquiring about their cousin.

Months of old fashioned (and frustrating as hell) courting went by, and it became clear that Boy2 and I would soon be a pair. "Going Out," "Going Steady," "A Couple," call it what you will. Now, no teenage girl ever has a boyfriend that her father doesn't want to beat into the ground. So naturally, Boy2 had a sort of respect-fear that was probably healthy and well warranted. But girls will be girls, and I decided to meet some friends at the Lake downtown, and take Boy2 with me. So I picked him up, in my car, without the knowledge of my father, and we went. For one fabulous hour, we walked in the park, and held hands and were generally innocent and infatuated with one another.

And that was when I got the phone call. “Where are you? With who? So, you’re telling me that [Boy2] isn’t with you right now?” Hmm. I think Boy2’s words were “Aw man, you’re dad’s gonna shit a canary,” and I believe I responded “my dad’s going to shit a flock of canaries.” That said, I’ve never driven so fast and never in my childhood had I been in more trouble.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was knowing that I wouldn’t see this boy again for several months when I was allowed to once again see the light of day, but parked outside his house, with Heartache Every Moment by HIM on in the background, when he asked me if it would be out of line for him to kiss me, and I didn’t really hear him so I went with “guess we’ll find out,” I kissed him back when he leaned over and laid his lips gently but insistently on mine. It was one of those cute kisses too, because he came back for a quick round two before he actually got out of the car.

I swear, my lips tingled for the rest of the day, and it was hard not to smile, even when I was being forbidden contact with the world outside my house.

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