A page from my HS Diary…
I thought this was a sweet tale of my first kiss. I have changed the names of all parties involved to protect their privacy.
Please read, and PLEASE write me and let me know about your first kiss!!!
There we were all alone, well all alone in the bathroom, while the other 23 HS students were in the main part of the hotel room with the liquor and the Beasties Boys.
He was laying there in the bath with that smug thick lipped expression he had now adapted.
Ever since senior year Alan was the most popular, the comedian with Charm. Mind you the years that preceded he was Alan the quirky awkward boy with red hair.
He was all mine back then. We started as puppy love actually he was my first love. We were a mere 13 years of age when he asked me to be his girl and when we shared our very first kiss in Theresa Madalino’s backyard.
It was my first kiss with tongue. I will never forget that chilly October day. Me, Alan and 5 other friends decided it was time that we consummate our courtship with a little spit.
After a 25 minute discussion and several walks around Canarsie to find the perfect spot to do it Joseph Carnetelli, a short stubby disturbed boy who’s only interaction with a girl would be to make fun of her until she cried, decided we should just head back to Theresa’s to just get it over with. We got back to her yard and I was shivering not just from the cold but from the fact that I was about to try and kiss a boy by putting my tongue inside his mouth.
I had never done this before, panic started to take over, my hands were sweaty and I wanted to run.
I started thinking rapid thoughts okay, okay I said to myself I will stick it in slow and then, and then what?!!! I remembered something my friend Sandy Markas told me, think circles move your tongue in circular motions once you make contact. Which way though? Clockwise, counter clockwise? Oh God does my breath smell, we just ate hot dogs. What if my tongue isn’t moist enough or what if it is too moist and there is so much saliva that it will drip down his chin?! As my mind took me on a downward spiral of utter embarrassment he moved in close and put his arms around me. I looked up at him with only one eye open and he said Don’t be nervous we will learn how to do it together. I immediately melted and before I had a chance to have one more paralyzing thought Alan took the lead and gently kissed me and ever so slowly slid his wet tongue over my lips into my waiting mouth. It was such a queer feeling at first. There were two tongues in my mouth one coming in, one going out . We were locked, it tasted sweet and juicy and tickled a bit.
The first couple of thrusts were sloppy we hadn’t found a rhythm yet. I was ready to pull away out of pure shyness but Alan held me tight and moved, just for a minute, to my ear and nibbled a little.
I liked it and I felt a sensation I had never felt before. He headed back towards my lips and I was waiting, jaw half opened. This time we swirled in circular motions as if our tongues were wrestling and tumbling with each other. Wow, wow I thought, this isn’t bad I think I kind of like it.
I was definitely tingling , and every once and while I would see my mother’s face and felt ashamed. If she knew would she be disappointed?
I Felt the cold wind bite my face and the hotness of his breath and I imagined this is what it must feel like to be drunk. As slow and sweet as Alan had started our magical lip embrace, so it ended just as abruptly. “THERESA”!! I heard a voice in the distance
Oh No Theresa’s mother was coming.
I was snapped out my trance and pushed Alan quickly away. It was also then that I realized
all of our friends had a front row seat on the back porch. This was one of the most intimate times of my whole life and there they were giggling and whispering.
What babies I thought, and then I wondered, did I look cool.
It has been many years and many other lips later since I kissed “Alan”.
He doesn’t get the award for Best Kisser, but he does get the Title of first and aren’t firsts what define these tender moments in life?
