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My first kiss...
Her name was Susan. She was as tall as me and thin. Her breasts
were little cupcakes. Her hair was like black silk and she smiled
with full, red Sicilian lips. I thought see was beautiful. She would
visit her Grandmother for the summer and we were both eleven
years old. I first noticed her two summers before and I would
always seem to find a reason to walk the three blocks to pass her
yard. Sometimes she would be outside and we would shyly smile at
each other, way to shy to speak. It came to be the eleventh year
of our lives on that very hot summer when we first spoke to each
other and the shyness became friendship.
How nice it was to walk together on a summer afternoon talking
and looking for some kind of mischief to get into. She turned out
to be a regular tom boy and we would sneak into other gardens and
pick peaches and pears from the trees and eat so many we would
get sick. We'd sit across from each other and laugh, both of us
green faced. But, it was what happened at the very end of that
very summer that has stayed in my memory as vivid as yesterday.
It was dusk on the last day. Tomorrow Susan would be leaving her
Grandmothers and going back to the city with her parents. We
were in front of my house, standing awkwardly in front of each
other. I told her I would miss her and was embarrassed. I know
my face turned red. I felt something like butterflies take over
my belly when she said she would miss me too. We became very
quiet just looking at each other. The day became even quieter and
it did seem like time stopped for those few minutes. Minutes that
felt like hours or years, just timeless.
Then it happened.She leaned towards me, I leaned towards her
and, OH yes, yes, yes, our lips met. The first time for me, the
first time for her. The day, the place, the world, meant nothing
else but! Our lips were closed but I still remember how soft hers
were, and warm. I felt her breath through her nose. I tasted her
scent deep inside and felt her live. I still remember how weak I
became, like in a dream, faint but yet so full of excitement. No
other words were spoken, then she turned and walked back to her
Grandmothers. I stood alone as still as a rock, a rock that was
shaking and melting and I watched her walk away.
I don’t remember walking into my house. I don’t remember
anything else of that day but the kiss, and the warm glow of
electricity my body felt and how she walked and then disappeared
around the corner. Her parents moved that following year to
another state and I moved a few years later. We never saw each
other again but that one kiss, my first, will remain on my lips until
I close my eyes for the last time.