My First Kiss

It was the summer before I turned 12 and technically I was 11 years old. Probably too young for my first kiss, but that is when it happened. It was of the best summers of my childhood. For reasons that were beyond my maturity my mother was spending almost all of her free time at my Aunt Shawn’s house and she took me with her. Now Aunt Shawn’s house was a child’s dream. She lived in a very small mountain town about 40 miles from our home. The town was so small that it only had a small mom and pop grocery store that was open a few hours each evening and closed on Sundays. The town was nestled in a small valley with a reservoir and completely surrounded by mountains. No matter what direction you set off in, in just mere moments you were in the mountains and the valley was a plethora of trees with an occasional home hiding in the forest.

Added to the wildness of my Aunt’s house was the fact she owned 21 horses. This was a few years before I acquired my own horse and like every little girl I wanted a horse. My cousin and I used to saddle up her horses and set out for an adventure every day. I was young and full of imagination so we came up with all sorts of adventures. The other great thing about my Aunt’s house was the Eagles (FOE). The adults would head up to the Eagles at night and take us with them. As I mentioned things were happening in my mother’s world that I did not understand but I reaped the benefits. All the adults in the town brought their children to the FOE and my first experience there left my little girl heart behind. I danced with a cowboy, and even at our tender age he could dance. He led me around the floor in a very advanced two-step during the slow songs, and did a country swing during the fast ones; by the end of night we had sworn our love to one another. Wow I am getting side tracked because he was not my first kiss, his best friend was…..

I think even at our ages 11 and 13 the whole male competition thing kicked in. Soon after meeting my dancing boyfriend I was introduced to his best friend, the porn star. I call him the porn star because when I went to type his name just now I realized that it so totally could be a porn star name. Anyway, he lived a lot closer to my cousin and would show up bright and early to join us on our daily adventures. One such day had us racing our horses through a stretch of grassland jumping the occasional fallen tree with wild abandon. When we finally stopped it was in a cool grove of trees, and even now I remember the absolute beauty of the place. My cousin who was 3 years older than me started teasing us about being sweethearts, and the teasing led to a dare.

The dare ended in the porn star kissing me. Let me tell you folks, it was earth shattering. My entire skin was tingling, my stomach did flip flops and my breath caught in my throat. It was an amazing kiss and it was my first kiss. Summer eventually ended and my new boyfriend and I talked every day on the phone until our parents got the first phone bill. It was long distance to call one another, he called me and was super sweet telling me that he could only call me once a month and he was sorry. I moved on to other things and other boys, but it was years before I actually kissed a boy again and even more years before I kissed a boy that made my entire body come alive.

Okay it is your turn, when was your first kiss?