Oh dear lord. The awkward first kiss, the thing so highly valued in our society today. What every kid longs for after they reach the age of 10. What we look at as the first step toward being adult, a grown-up. We're so eager for it to happen, but, at the same time we're scared, because when the magical time comes, what do you even do? “How do I angle my head?” “What if I tense my lips up?” “What if we bump foreheads?”, and so on.. Well, what you may not know is I just had my first real kiss not to long ago. A sophomore in high school barely encountering her first real kiss. 'Rather pathetic', the average teenager might think. But, to be honest, I'm glad it happened when it did, because when I was in the 6th grade and all my friends were experiencing their first kiss and I wasn't, I got to have so much more time to think of it to be everything I could imagine. Whereas, they already knew what it was, they had no more space to dream, but, I did. Anyways, back to MY story, I had my first real kiss on August, 23rd. 2013, in the front seat of Joe Chavez's light gray, classic bug..



Joe was heading down my street to drop me off at my house on that warm summer night. I could recall the warm breeze that haunted my palms as my hands sweat buckets that seemed to drip to the floor like rain. I knew that August 23 was going to be the day I had my first real kiss.. I mean, it wasn't at any rate of shock to me, it wasn't anything I didn't have time to prepare for. He pulled up to the dead end of my street, because my street has a gate on the end separating my neighborhood from the neighboring homing track. As he approached my house he turned off the engine to his old bug. My ears had grown so immune to the noise that sounded of roaring and rumbling thunder, that when it was once again silent in my head I felt as if something was missing. As we sat in his bug in front of my house he began to talk, to tell me stories, to make conversation..



“How are you?” He said kindly.



As I laughed nervously I responded, “Haha, I'm okay. You?”



“I'm doing good, thank you.” He said smiling.



Now, being the type of person who's open and usually straight forward I say with a nervous smile, “Haha, I'm scared.”



He looked at me surprisingly and questioned, “Why?”



“Well you know, I'm pretty knew to this whole thing.. I'm just not sure what to expect exactly..” I said soft spoken.



His tender voice eased my tenseness as he said, “ Don't worry, I understand. It's totally and completely natural.”



He continued to talk and tell me stories completely off the topic to try to get my mind off of things. As he talked he slowly slipped his hand on my ankle, I was sitting horizontally on his black leather car seats, my torso facing his direction, his facing mine. Then he slid his hand, slowly towards mine and held it. This whole time he payed no attention to his hand caressing mine, almost as if his hand had a separate mind of its own, he just continued with his stories and small talk. I agreed quietly nodding my head, pretending not to notice his hand touching mine either. Little did he know, on the inside my stomach was fluttering with the beautiful wings of butterfly's that I've never recognized before.





Then the moment you've all been waiting for, including me, came. His head slowly slanted inward towards mine, I knew what was happening, I knew exactly what was happening. Taking into consideration that I've never done this before and I wasn't exactly comfortable with the concept of kissing, he placed his lips lightly on top of mine like a sheet. In a repetitive motion he gave me three kisses, then he repositioned his head and did it again. My most vivid memory from that exact moment was the texture of his lips, they were softer then a baby's bottom and moist like a sponge. Soon after my very first real kiss, he pulled his head back, still close, but far enough back so that we could see each others whole face. I smiled, I'm not sure if he did, my memories kind of blurred from that moment, it was pure bliss.


The last thing he said before leading me to the front door of my house was, “Wasn't that bad, haw?”


I was speechless. I couldn't find the air in my lungs to conjure up some sort of selection of words to respond. I simply nodded my head and smiled. It was absolutely breathtaking, a sensation like no other. I was happy that Joe was my first kiss, he was worth it, he wasn't like other guys. However, I think part of me was relieved, relieved that it was over with, out of the way. I won't be that friend anymore that's never kissed a guy. I won't be left wondering, as my friends talk about kissing their boyfriend, what it actually feels like to kiss someone, I'll know exactly what they're talking about.


So, this goes out to all the people that haven't had their first kiss yet. Don't rush it. In time it will find you. Don't feel pressured to just go out and kiss any random person because you want it done with. Wait for that special person that wants to kiss you just as much as you want to be kissed. Take it from me, I've waited my whole life for this moment, this one road mark that I will look back on at the end of my youth. On August, 23rd. 2013 I had my very first real kiss in the front seat of Joe Chavez's light gray, classic bug. I have not yet come across a time more magical then that warm summer night.