NoJoMo #13: My First Kiss Went A Little Like This

I guess I’ll follow the prompt today. I don’t really have much to talk about, so I’ll write about my first kiss.

I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17 and a senior in high school. I always hoped it would be from my first crush, JP, but alas he was not into me so it wasn’t meant to be.

When I was a senior in high school, I went to a youth group on Thursday nights. There was a guy that all of the guys had been friends with for a while and he showed up at youth group every once in a while. He had a thing for another girl that also went to our youth group, but she had a thing for another guy that was also there (the pastors son). A couple of them started talking and decided that Jason and I would be a good fit, so they started talking us up to each other, culminating with us both being at the Super Bowl party at our pastors house that January. At half time, he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and I said sure. While we were walking around the neighborhood, he asked me if I would be his girlfriend and I said yes. We got a little further down the road and he stopped and looked at me and said, “I know you’ve never dated anybody before, but have you kissed anybody before?” I told him no and he said, “Is it ok if I kiss you now?” and I said yes, so we kissed, right there on the side of the road.

He drove me home from the party that night and kissed me again, and then picked me up after school later that week and we went to his house and made out for a few hours, and then he cheated on me with his ex girlfriend the following weekend. We broke up nine days after we started dating.

Funny thing though, after graduation, I moved to Ohio and he went into the Navy and ended up not making it through basic training, and when he got back to Florida, we started talking on the computer all the time. When I started seeing Anthony, Jason asked begged me to move back to Florida and marry him because I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I later found out from one of our mutual friends that he had only dated me because another person in the youth group had bet him that he couldn’t get me in bed within a week and he said he thought I was a freak just waiting for the opportunity. I was a freak just waiting for the opportunity, it just wasn’t with him. 😉

Now, my first kiss with John, I will probably remember forever. It still makes me all hot just to think about it.

We had been playing cat and mouse for over a year; him with a crush on me when I was head over heels for somebody else, me with a crush on him when he didn’t want to be tied down. We talked every night and were “best friends”. There wasn’t much that we didn’t talk about and there weren’t many nights that we didn’t stay up till 1 or 2 am talking on the phone. We were going to the Yuc all the time, and hanging out at friends houses, and basically just acting like two kids on a playground, teasing each other and just picking at each other.

That night we went to a friends house and she decided we were going to go to a bar downtown. I didn’t want to go, so I sat and pouted in the car while they were in the bar, and then on our way back to her house, John asked if I wanted to ride with him instead. I said sure, and we stopped at Kroger on the way back. I got mad at him because he asked if I wanted anything and I told him no, not wanting him to think I needed him to buy anything for me. I picked up a few things and put them on the conveyor belt for myself and he grabbed them and combined them with his stuff so he could pay for it. We bickered in the car because I told him that I didn’t need him to buy me things, and we just argued the rest of the night.

At the end of the night, he offered to drive me home. We got to my apartment and he walked me to my door. He asked if he could use my bathroom and I said yes, and then when he came out, he made a comment about me being stubborn. We flirted back and forth and then he just pushed me against the closet door and laid one on me. It was so hot and my legs turned into jello, and he just turned around and walked out the door, only turning around to say “Lock this behind me,” before he shut the door. I wobbled to the door and locked it and then walked to the window to watch him walk to his car. It all went downhill from there.

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