My first kiss… wow, waking some memories up. I was thirteen, and had been ‘going steady with’ a high school boy named Randy Lehman. My mom decided to snap into her ‘ultracool hipster Mom’ mode, and encouraged me invite him over one night for an evening of dinner with my parents and then alone in our basement with the TV and other recreational stuff. It sounded pretty good to me.
The night before, Randy and I were talking on the phone and he started asking me all these questions about kissing, and if I ever had kissed anyone, and if I wanted to… and by the time we hung up the phone I decided that at any time I did not want to be alone with him. In a panic I invited my neighbour friend over for the evening and she was supposed to have been the ‘company’ which would discourage him from making any moves.
Then my friend left early, and Randy and I sat on the beanbag chairs on the floor playing nintendo games for a few minutes. Suddenly he reached up and turned the TV off. gulp Still holding the nintentdo controller, I nervously said, “Um, do you want to watch something on TV?”
“No,” he said, staring intently at my probably nervously contorted face.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” I asked.
“No,” he replied again, still staring, this time at my lips.
“What do you want to do then?” I asked, exasperated and terrified.
All of a sudden, there he was, one hand behind my head pulling me close to him. Many thoughts darted through my head; I considered darting away and pretending like I was ill, running upstairs and hiding, but was frozen; transfixed by the curiousity of my own mind and body. As he kissed my mouth for the first time I felt myself melting, responding in ways I’d only read about. He was tender, gentle, and kissed me exactly how every girl should be kissed the first time.