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.

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