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First Kiss
2011-Sep-09, Friday 10:19 pmOn the first day of third grade a girl came into my life. A new student, transferred from Hawaii. Suburban Minnesota didn’t have many Islanders. I had never seen one. I heard she was coming and had no idea what to expect. She arrived mysterious and magical. Within weeks I was totally taken away to paradises I had never known. We talked on the phone everyday after school for hours without ever actually having a real date until the party. Believe it or not the party I speak of was almost three years later. Still phone dating, which I am convinced is some kind of record, we were done with elementary school and moving up to middle school, where kids were starting puberty and had style.
The elementary graduation started as most youthful parties start. The girls were on the opposite side of the room as the boys. We mostly talked about what sports teams we might try out for once we were in middle school. There were snacks. There was a scavenger hunt. Mostly we were pretty bored and segregated until the grand finale. We played a game that was sort of a mix between spin the bottle and truth or dare. Lanai and I were put in a situation where we were supposed to kiss, on the mouth for at least three seconds. Our faces timidly neared. Our audience huddled in around us leaning closer. We closed our eyes and almost missed each others tensely pursed lips. The creeping crowd counted in one-one-thousands and celebrated wildly when our time limit was accomplished.
On our lips separation she exclaimed, “You bit my tongue.”
Everyone laughed. I felt sexual embarrassment for the first time. We never even opened our mouths. I was hurt and angry, but overall speechless and confused. Shortly after the end of a brief round of that game, we had a chance to be alone for a little while. I asked her why she told everyone that I bit her tongue, to which she replied that she had bitten her own tongue. I guess she was just as nervous as I was. But now we were alone, in the dark. We decided to do it again. We stayed in the privacy of our little chamber and our lips met again, gently this time. The touch was soft at first, then slightly more passionately just before her tongue did eventually find the inside of my mouth. We hugged too, not exploring at all with our hands, but holding tight. If the house crumbled to the ground around us, I don’t think we would have noticed. It was beautiful.
We emerged from our dark room holding hands for the first time and I felt like a stud for the first time. I was ready for middle school, where we would finally part ways. I don’t even remember how that happened. I just remember the telephone and that kiss. Oh the pain and pleasure of that kiss and that night. I must have played it over and over in my head all night, which is when I learned the spooning with a pillow technique. I didn’t sleep a wink.
The elementary graduation started as most youthful parties start. The girls were on the opposite side of the room as the boys. We mostly talked about what sports teams we might try out for once we were in middle school. There were snacks. There was a scavenger hunt. Mostly we were pretty bored and segregated until the grand finale. We played a game that was sort of a mix between spin the bottle and truth or dare. Lanai and I were put in a situation where we were supposed to kiss, on the mouth for at least three seconds. Our faces timidly neared. Our audience huddled in around us leaning closer. We closed our eyes and almost missed each others tensely pursed lips. The creeping crowd counted in one-one-thousands and celebrated wildly when our time limit was accomplished.
On our lips separation she exclaimed, “You bit my tongue.”
Everyone laughed. I felt sexual embarrassment for the first time. We never even opened our mouths. I was hurt and angry, but overall speechless and confused. Shortly after the end of a brief round of that game, we had a chance to be alone for a little while. I asked her why she told everyone that I bit her tongue, to which she replied that she had bitten her own tongue. I guess she was just as nervous as I was. But now we were alone, in the dark. We decided to do it again. We stayed in the privacy of our little chamber and our lips met again, gently this time. The touch was soft at first, then slightly more passionately just before her tongue did eventually find the inside of my mouth. We hugged too, not exploring at all with our hands, but holding tight. If the house crumbled to the ground around us, I don’t think we would have noticed. It was beautiful.
We emerged from our dark room holding hands for the first time and I felt like a stud for the first time. I was ready for middle school, where we would finally part ways. I don’t even remember how that happened. I just remember the telephone and that kiss. Oh the pain and pleasure of that kiss and that night. I must have played it over and over in my head all night, which is when I learned the spooning with a pillow technique. I didn’t sleep a wink.
