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The first kiss my partner and I shared was truly awful. We were both drunk, but even so it wasn't an excuse for the tongue bath he gave me. I was only his second kiss, though, and so he was easily forgiven. I took great joy in training him into the kisser he is today; his first girlfriend got lucky thanks to my tuition...and it paid dividends for me later when we resumed our sexual relationship.
As for other memorable kisses, my first kiss is one I'll never forget. I had a very good friend by the name of Kevin. We were hanging out after school one day with a friend of mine from another school who had come to ours for her softball team picture. Eventually, though, we decided it was time to walk home and Kevin offered to walk me there. We headed out of school, and as we were walking, he became very quiet. I said, "Penny for your thoughts." He replied, "I was wondering what it would take for you to make out with me." I giggled nervously and said I wasn't sure I was that kind of girl, to just kiss people I wasn't dating. At any rate, he kind of caught my arm and we paused on the sidewalk, his lips coming towards mine. We kissed, and all I could think was that there was a warm, slimy tongue in my mouth. I hardly said anything after--I didn't know what to say. I think I must have crushed him by rushing home without returning any kind of affection. We hardly talked for the rest of our high school career.
At any rate, some of my lacrosse teammates had been driving by on the street and seen Kevin and I kissing. By noon the next day the entire 9th grade class knew we had kissed. People still talked about it when we graduated from high school three years later, and I didn't kiss another boy until I was 17.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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