I feel like Sofia Petrillo:
It’s a hot HOT day in a country town in Alabama….
The apple and pear trees are providing shade as me and Junior hide out, courting! (snicker snicker)
To my 14 year old mind, Junior is hot.
His dark chocolate skin glistens. It’s like satin. It’s smooth. It’s soft, it’s…..sexy.
To my 14 year old mind anyway.
So. I’ve been waiting for him to make his move. But we’ve never been alone.
My mother went to town(yes, we were in the country), my granny was in the house making some great meal, and everyone else was…..gone.
Junior leaned forward……..
I leaned forward……
And suddenly, his tongue was in my mouth!
I knew this was supposed to happen , but DAYUM!!!
Junior had a big tongue. (I’m laughing myself silly thinking about this, because that wasn’t the only……… you get my point)
When it was done, he looked so pleased with himself, and I tried to secretly wipe all the spit off of my mouth. I was disappointed, disgusted. And secretly pleased with myself.
Of course, with practice and a diferent partner, kissing improved tremendously.
But I’ll always remember that first kiss.