First Kiss
It was the summer of my eleventh year. I was half feral, being encouraged to be out of the house shortly after breakfast and not come home until sundown.
I fell in with a boy just as lonely as myself and we roamed far and wide that summer with a stray dog as our constant companion.
We did all the normal things kids that age did. We spent a lot of time exploring the outdoors fishing, climbing trees, raiding gardens, riding a mini-bike..
When we got thirsty we would drink out of the hose. When we got hot, we would crawl under the trailer.
Eventually we got run out from under the trailer and went off in search of a new hangout. Not terribly far away ...we found a treehouse. It was just a floor put up in a tree, but it counted.
The tree had boards nailed to the side of it that you had to climb. Once at the top, there was a thick branch to shimmy and drop down to the floor.
At one point in the summer, he looked at me and said, "Want to try out kissing? My brother says it's fun."
I was game.
We leaned in to each other and pressed our lips together. No tongue, just lips, twisting our heads side to side like we thought it was supposed to be done.
We kissed until our lips were chapped and sore, very rarely coming up for air.
The changing of the season and a move finally put an end to that love affair. Otherwise, I'd have probably married that boy.
I fell in with a boy just as lonely as myself and we roamed far and wide that summer with a stray dog as our constant companion.
We did all the normal things kids that age did. We spent a lot of time exploring the outdoors fishing, climbing trees, raiding gardens, riding a mini-bike..
When we got thirsty we would drink out of the hose. When we got hot, we would crawl under the trailer.
Eventually we got run out from under the trailer and went off in search of a new hangout. Not terribly far away ...we found a treehouse. It was just a floor put up in a tree, but it counted.
The tree had boards nailed to the side of it that you had to climb. Once at the top, there was a thick branch to shimmy and drop down to the floor.
At one point in the summer, he looked at me and said, "Want to try out kissing? My brother says it's fun."
I was game.
We leaned in to each other and pressed our lips together. No tongue, just lips, twisting our heads side to side like we thought it was supposed to be done.
We kissed until our lips were chapped and sore, very rarely coming up for air.
The changing of the season and a move finally put an end to that love affair. Otherwise, I'd have probably married that boy.
My first kiss what so much different than this! I find it amazing how different every person's experience in life is. I think I'm going to write a post about my first kiss now. Thanks for sharing this :)
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