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A First Kiss

By: jthserra



"It's made of gold so it should bend easily," I said to her as I bit down on the ring trying to fit it to her finger. I watched the westerns where cowboys bit down on coins to make sure they were gold and figured I could easily adjust the size of the ring. 

After a few moments, I gave up, "I guess I won't get it to fit perfectly." I handed her the ring with the sides slightly mangled. She slid her finger into the ring and looked at me with a sparkling smile. She stroked my initials in the ring as if they were diamonds. Not sure what to do next, I just looked at her. Her soft blue eyes welled with excitement, as she blinked away tears. Her hair, a bit windblown, framed her face so beautifully, I wanted to touch it, but instead burrowed my hands deep in my pockets.

Before either of us could say anything we heard, "Mary, it's time for dinner." Her father called, not angrily, but loud enough to echo.

"I better go," she whispered. "I'll put the ring on a chain and wear it all the time." With a slight tip of her head, she spun around and ran towards the house. Just before reaching the porch, she spun about and waved to me.

I waved back and hopped on my bike. I climbed the steep hill faster than I ever did before. I cleared the crest and let the bike run down the long hill to my house. I didn't ride my bike, I flew home on some new found wings. I walked into my grandmother's grinning from ear to ear. I went straight to my room and lay on my bed, my head still spinning.

With my best friend, Marc, out of town for two more days, I didn't have anyone to tell about going steady. Going steady: just the words made me feel somehow older, more grown up. Of course going steady when you were too young to date didn't mean a whole lot, but it still felt good. Now that summer vacation started, maybe we could go on a date. Next year she would go to seventh grade, while I went to eighth. We would go to the same school next year.

I thought of calling Mark, my second best friend. Older than Marc and I, he already had a girlfriend, and would not be all that excited about me going steady. Or I could call Mike, my third best friend. Mike would ask what base I got to with her now that I gave her a ring. What base? I had not even held her hand.

The phone suddenly ran. My grandmother shouted: "Mike, it's for you." (Okay, I know what you are thinking: Marc and Mark and Mike and Mike, are we seeing double. Sure enough, it got confusing when all of us got together).

"Hello," I answered, wishing I could pull off a cooler way to answer the phone, the way Mike always did.

"Hey, hey, I hear you are going steady," Mark said almost laughing. "Just in time, I'm setting up a party next weekend. It'll be great; we will have it in my basement. My parents promise to stay upstairs."

"All right, loud music and pool, what records do you want me to bring?"

"Mike, you didn't hear me: my parents will be upstairs. Who will have time for pool, all we will need is a bottle."

"A bottle?"

"Spin the bottle you dumbhead. We're gonna play spin the bottle. Look, bring all your records, I got to call around and invite everyone. Talk to you later." Before I could answer he hung up.

Going steady one week, and kissing her the next, my head spun again. I hardly could sleep, but I jumped out of bed when the alarm went off. One my paper route I walked through her yard to deliver the paper to the Newman's at the bottom of the hill. She wouldn't be awake that early, but I could write our initials as I walked through the dewy grass. J M T plus M A L.

During the week the plans for the party mounted. Marc made it back and all four of us worked out every detail. Mary planned to come to the party Mark said, so I was inspired. Afraid to call her on the phone, Mary and I didn't talk a lot during the week. Our first big "date" would be at Mark's party.

I wrote our initials in her yard every day that week, sadly, the sun burned the dew off the ground before she woke up, so she didn't see the initials. The day of the party I wrote the initials in cursive, neater than I could do by hand. Looking at her house, I thought I saw some movement at her window. I watched for her, but I saw no further movement. I finished the route convinced she had at least seen the writing on the lawn. I would ask her at the party.

The hours finally rolled off the clock and I arrived at the party. I got there about thirty minutes early to help Mark set things up. Not really much to set up, we had a large bottle hidden beneath the couch in his basement. That was the extent of the set up. Mark's mom let the guests in, leading them to the curving stairs into the basement. She called me when Mary arrived so I could let her in. I guess Mark set that up with his mom.

She stood at the door and I stood at the door, both speechless. Her hair curled like I had never seen it before, and she had on a dress. I tried to remember if I had ever seen her in a dress before. If I had, it was nothing like this one. Lace around the sleeves and neck, it curved so I could see a hint of collarbone at each side. Curving over the collarbone a chain sparkled in the light. The ring dangled from the chain. She was so beautiful.

"Well, don't just stand there, come on in. Mike, take Mary down to the party." Mark's mom then placed Mary's hand in mine, so I could lead her. Speechless, I opened the door and led her downstairs.

We slowly walked down the stairs and stepped out onto the linoleum floor. The music played and everyone milled around, eating an occasional snack. I quickly got some punch for Mary, trying not to let her see how much I shook. For the next few minutes the party nervously rolled along with some whispered conversation and a lot of nervous munching. That is until Mike arrived.

"Hey, it's a funeral here. Mark, where's the bottle, lets get things going, let's SPIN that bottle!"

"Shhh ... I don't want my parents hear us spinning the bottle. Damn Mike, why don't you advertise?"

"Hell, I just had to wake everybody up. Now everyone get in a circle." Fortunately the party worked out pretty much "fifty fifty", so there were plenty of kissers and kissees.

While the bottle spun, I watched Mary nervously toying with the chain and ring. At we took turns, we all shared nervous kisses and some giggling. My first spin pointed to Wendy. I made a face and quickly pecked at her lips. I looked at Mary and shrugged my shoulders. She smiled shyly. On her turn the bottle pointed to Marc. At least glad it wasn't Mike, I watched Marc kiss her lightly as he winked at me. That bought him a punch in the shoulder.

As the game wore on, Mary and I waited and waited for our chance, for our first kiss. For some reason the bottle spinning gods frowned down on us, for each time we spun the bottle it pointed sadly to someone else. The game started and stopped a number of times as Mark's mom or dad would wander downstairs to get something out of the refrigerator or freezer. Each time we quickly hid the bottle and banged a few balls on the pool table.

The evening continued until finally, on my turn, Marc simply reached in and pointed the bottle at Mary. Everyone applauded as it sunk in on me what I was expected to do. Licking my lips, I leaned forward, tilting my head slightly and touched my lips to hers. I paused there a moment, not really knowing what else to do and then sat back down.

I looked into Mary's eyes and she seemed to share my confusion. The kiss seemed fun, but now that we had suddenly finished I felt a bit let down. The excitement of possibility had made me almost dizzy and the strange butterflies in my stomach had vanished and I wondered what all the fuss was about. She seemed to wonder the same thing as we both remained silent and the party buzzed around us. 

A First Kiss



I was over at my best friend's house the night after Halloween. Both being broke, we decided to have a late party, just the two of us. Vanessa was sitting on her couch, watching some drab comedy on the television while I mixed us up another round of pineapple juice and vodkas, our fourth round already. 

"So, where's Paul at tonight?" I called to her from the kitchen, referring to her husband.

"He's out with his friends, again." She muttered, obviously displeased with the fact.

I sat down next to her, handing her glass over, already half finished with my own. I could feel the alcohol in my system, a little worried about doing something I'd regret.

Vanessa downed her drink in two gulps and set her glass on the floor. "Sometimes I just don't know about him." She sighed.

Nodding in agreement, I stared at her back, her long brown hair swaying across it. I finished off my drink and took our glasses to the kitchen. She was starting to feel a little more than buzzed, too, I could hear it in her voice. Gulping down my nerves, I glance over at her on the couch again.

"Come on, let's go for a walk, it's so nice out."

Shrugging, she started to stand but fell back down. Giggling, she tried again, successful this time. I opened door and we both stepped out into the crisp evening air. It was just dusk, and the neighborhood was barren. The only noise was the leaves scuttling across the ground with the light breeze. 

We walked about her apartment complex, down the narrow tree studded trails, never seeing another soul. As far as we were concerned, there was no one else on earth. We spoke of our relationships, movies, music, all the mundane things in the world. She knew I was having trouble with my new sexuality, but she didn't know how much. I had told her that I was more interested in girls than I was in boys, but I couldn't find anyone to help me make sure it was what I wanted. 

"I'm never going to get laid again." I told her with in an exasperated voice.

"Yes, you are. You just haven't been looking in the right places." She assured me with a friendly smile. "You won't have a problem getting a girl at all."

Staring down at the green grass, I merely nodded. What she didn't understand was that I didn't want just anyone. Since we had started going to clubs together in my search for sex, I'd noticed her more and more. She was prettier than I'd ever noticed before. She was nothing what I was looking for, a complete opposite of what I'd thought attractive: a tall 5'7", long brown hair, with almond shaped eyes and, of course, married. 

I stared at the path ahead, and kept walking. Usually, I was able to keep my desires to a minimum, but on nights we were drinking, it was much harder. I glanced over at her again, feeling something inside me beginning to stir.

The sun had set by now, a full moon rising high above. Full moons always made me feel much more sexual. A milky light gave the landscape a soft glow, as if part of a dream. I realized then that we had wandered far from her apartment, into a much less developed part of the complex. It was almost certain that no one was around now. My mind playing over a scenario, I smiled coyly as I felt a warmness between my thighs. 

Inhaling sharply, I thought, screw it. I'd decided to go for the gold.

"Vanessa, can I ask you something? It's important." I said softly. 

Giggling, Vanessa just smiled at me and replied "Of course."

This is it, I thought. No turning back after this. "Well," I started, licking my lips "Lately, I can't help but notice, I'm incredibly attracted to you. I just want to know if you would, um, give me my first kiss." I could barely hear myself speak by the end of the sentence. My heart was beating like a hummingbird, and the pause in the conversation made me wonder if she even heard what I said. I brought my eyes to look into hers, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Vanessa stared back at me, as though trying to figure out if I was serious of joking. After a few long moments, her tongue ran across her lips, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"I don't really know what to say" She started "I guess I'd never really thought of you that way."

For a brief moment, I chastised myself for being such an idiot.

"I'd love to be your first kiss." She replied breathily. 

A relieved grin broke out on my face and I looked around briefly.

Stepping closer to me, I could feel her body heat, smell her sweet perfume. Her breasts heaved up and down against the red corset top she wore. Taking in another deep breath, I slid my hand behind her head and pulled her a little closer. I could nearly taste the vodka and juice left on her lips. Releasing a soft moan, I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard. Her tongue slid past my lips and began to explore my mouth. Breathing hard, I moaned louder. Unable to stop myself, I felt my left hand slide up her side and over her heaving breast. A tremble shook through my insides and I pulled her closer to me. Her hands moved from my back to my front, slowly unbuttoning my black blouse to reveal little bits of pale skin at a time. At the same time, I was unzipping her top, her olive skin soft to the touch.

Suddenly, I was kissing her neck, then her shoulders, taking it all in. She stood before me, her head arched back in pleasure. I reached back and unclasped my bra, and pulled her against me. Feeling her bare breasts against me for the first time stirred something more inside me and my thighs grew warm once more. I kneeled before her and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them and her shoes off her. She merely stood there in her little red panties and awaited my next move. I kicked off my own sandals and traced my fingers over her thighs. She released a breath and gasped softly. Just seeing her there was making me hornier than I could ever remember being. The light of the moon graced her skin with a soft touch. I rubbed her flat stomach, sliding my palms down to her hips and played with the straps of her panties. Moving my hands down, I felt her thighs, then moved them up to her fabric covered mound. I pulled myself to my feet, running my hands from the backs of her legs up the curve of her ass to the small of her back. 

Vanessa's lip trembled as she stared into my eyes and I pulled her close in another deep kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip ever so slightly. I took her hands into mine and pulled her down with me this time, easing her onto her back. A gentle breeze danced across her bare breasts and hardened her nipples. Leaning over her, I took one of her breasts into my mouth, and circled the tight mound with my tongue. She let out a louder moan and set her hand on the back of my head. While I was nibbling her breast, my hand found it's way down to her legs again, playing over the last bit of fabric she wore. My fingers slipped down between her thighs, finding them wet and slippery. 

Raising my mouth from her chest, I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them softly. Even through the clinging fabric, I could see how soaking wet she had become. Suddenly frantic with desire, I ripped her panties from her body, exposing her dripping slit. Kissing her stomach and bikini line, I lowered my head down into her. Vanessa's legs trembled with desire as I breathed over her clit. 

Finally, I slid my tongue into her, the taste driving me wild. Gently licking first, she cried out with satisfaction, hands gripping the grass around her. Softly parting her even more, I began to suck and lick, taking her into my mouth and driving her toward orgasm. Soon, she's bucking against my mouth, crying out for more. I lick her clit and begin to slide a finger in and out of her pussy. I pump in and out slowly at first, then speeding up with the sounds of her moans. Her juice runs down over my hand as her back arches hard with a sudden orgasm. Pulling my finger out of her, I lay myself on top of her and kiss her once more. Breathless, all she can do is kiss me back and run her hands over my taut nipples and fondle my full breasts.

Then, recovering from her lusty experience, she pushes me off her and rolls on top, her hands sliding up and down my body. By now, the slightest touch is driving me wild. She unclasps my black pants to reveal an also black thong. Pulling my pants and my thong down together she eyes my dripping area. Smiling, she rubs her palm against me, shooting an electric reaction up my body. I'm already breathing hard, and a moan escapes my lips. Rubbing my clit, she slips her thumb inside me and I let out a surprised cry. Grinning at my fulfillment, she begins to rub faster. My hands begin to rub my breasts, down to my thighs and back up, my head arced back. She slides her hand away from my hot, drenched sex, and I begin to whimper in yearning. 

Raising my head, I look down between my legs to see Vanessa just before she begins to lick my cunt. Letting out a scream, my body trembles and spasms with delight. 

"God, yes!" I finally yell, "Fuck me, Vanessa, fuck me hard!" I can feel my heart pounding in sync with my heard breathing. Finally, heat washes over me, and I cum hard into Vanessa's mouth. My pussy is throbbing as Vanessa continues to eat me out, sending even more sensation up to my breasts. Feeling something I'd never felt before, my entire body shudders with one jolt.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming again, oh fuck!" I shout again. With that, I feel the hot liquid shoot out my pussy again before I collapse with a heaving breath. Naked and exhausted, I lay there for a moment, soaking in the tremendous gratification I feel. 

Suddenly, Vanessa is lying in front of me, gazing into my eyes. Kissing her softly on the lips, I utter a breathless "Oh, God." She licks her lips and nods in reply. After a few minutes, I look at her and whisper "That was one hell of a first kiss."