12/04/2012 The Romantic 3 Comments

Recollections of my first kiss.

I had waited 19 years for this moment. 19 years to connect with someone in a way that both terrified and thrilled me at the same time. 19 years of wondering what it would be like. 19 years of waiting.

It had been about a week and half since his ardent declaration of affection. I was confused and bewildered by how new and wonderful it all felt: this being so aware of someone else.

If his arm wasn't slung around my shoulders, or if his fingers weren't interlaced with mine, then I could feel his gaze. The unphysical touch.

That night I met his grandpa. We watched a play. I watched him talk with family friends after. He seemed to be so enraptured by what they were saying. But his hand was always at my knee. Looking at him, I thought, "This is it. He's it..." My heart felt like it was going to burst, it was so full.

As we got into the car to drive home I said, "Let's not go home yet."

"Where do you want to go?" he queried.

Could he read my thoughts then? Could he see past the pretenses to the meaning in my eyes? Could he see what I wanted?

We drove through the canyon, a favorite spot of ours all summer. We parked the car and got out to walk around. It only took a few minutes of twigs snapping and owls hooting for me to be spooked enough to want to leave.

We got back in the car. He buckled his seat belt and slipped the key into the ignition. All his actions were quick and harried. He was nervous.

I turned to him in my seat. "You have got to be kidding me," I said. We were leaving! And I hadn't gotten what I had been waiting so long for!

That's when the dome light dimmed. I could only see his darkened silhouette across the car. I closed my eyes. I leaned towards him. I kissed his cheek, his beard scratchy against my lips. I kissed his cheek again, edging closer to that unknown territory of his mouth. I kissed his face again, this time even closer.

And suddenly his mouth covered mine. It felt so strange! Did I even like this? Rain drops started to fall against the car roof top.  His lips formed against the shape of mine. After a few seconds I pulled away. But I knew then. I liked it.

One of his hands still gripped the steering wheel, as he sat still and quiet, buckled in the driver's seat.

"I think I need a minute," he whispered.

I laughed. "Ok."

19 years was worth the wait.

-the Romantic

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Anonymous said...

awww :) that's a good first kiss story!

flutefairy said...


Haha I love how posting your first kiss story sometime soon is 2 years later ;) But I still love it!