My First Kiss Was on a Merry-Go-Round as My Friends Watched

It got pretty hot and steamy

It was a Friday night, and my family had just moved to a small college town in the midwest, and I was in the stands watching a high school football game.

I was in the eighth grade, and a girl sat down next to me and started talking.

She said the four best-looking girls liked me. She mentioned their names.

“Pick one and they will be your girlfriend,” she said.

So I picked Jill, and we held hands walking to W.C. Franks, a local hangout for teenagers with hot dogs, cokes, nachos, and a video arcade after the game.

But … after talking on the phone for several nights, she broke up with me. I guess my conversation needed to improve a lot to maintain a relationship.

There was also a Skateland like in KiKi Walter’s first kiss story. That was in seventh grade, but I didn’t score any action as Kiki did in her steamy story.

My first kiss

Another girl asked me out, and my girlfriend’s older brother picked me up in his pick-up truck. It was sometime between football and basketball season.

He dropped us off at W.C. Franks, and y older brother Michael L Butler was nowhere in sight, but I saw four of my football teammates hanging out.

We ate a hot dog, drank a Coke, and played Pac-Man. That part has faded from my memory because it is inconsequential to what happened next.

We walked to a park a few blocks away and sat on a merry-go-round. It was dark and cool outside. She has sandy brown shoulder-length hair and wore a denim blue jean jacket, and I honestly didn’t know what was coming next.

I was clueless about kissing.

We talked for a while, and then she reached over and grabbed the sides of my neck, and her tongue slid into my mouth and I learned about french kissing.

It happened all at once, and I figured out what to do, and then I heard some noise behind a bush, and it turned out to be my teammates.

They had followed us to the park and were witnessing my first kiss.

But we didn’t let it kill the moment, the blood flow coursed through my amygdala while we kissed, releasing the “love chemicals,” oxytocin and phenylethylamine, throughout my revved up central nervous system.

The kiss got hot and steamy. Our tongues swirled together, and my friends must have left to give us privacy, or it became kinda awkward to watch.

A rite of passage

I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I lay on my waterbed later that night in my bedroom, I had achieved a major milestone in my life: My first kiss.

Naturally, my girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks later because neither of us (especially me) knew anything about how to maintain a relationship.

I had been dumped twice by my first two girlfriends.

But my first kiss was memorable. I have not forgotten it, and I don’t think I will ever forget the sensual feeling. Does anyone ever forget their first kiss?

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