Do you remember your first kiss? Ahh, I do. I’ve been hesitant to blog about it because it’s one of those . . . extraordinary memories. And by extraordinary, I don’t mean . . . Well, let me just tell you about it.
I was thirteen and spending the night at my grandparents’ house. My uncle, who was only two years older than me, also had a friend staying the night. Let’s call him . . . Hot Older Boy. Ahh, because he was hot, as well as what I considered an older boy. Probably fourteen and a half! After everyone had gone to bed, I heard someone say my name at my bedroom door. It was Hot Older Boy. He said he couldn’t sleep and wondered if I wanted to talk. Yup, we’d shared a bit of dialogue earlier along with a few long, lingering stares, but neither of us wanted my uncle to know we were intrigued by each other.
After I crawled out of bed, and put on my jeans, we sought out a place to . . . chat. My grandparents’ house had this old rambling floor plan where the rooms were built on to the structure one by one, but it only had one bathroom. We sat on a sofa, in the room connected to the bathroom. It was the only room away from the bedrooms with my sleeping family.
We sat there and chatted for a few moments and even though he appeared as unsure as I was, he leaned in, slowly, and his mouth touched mine. Boy, howdie was I nervous when I felt his tongue brush across my bottom lip. All I could think was that my first kiss was going to include tongue. (Hey, don’t you remember talking about this when you were 11 and 12?) I opened my mouth ever so slightly, because that’s what I’d heard I was supposed to do, and that’s when it happened. A hiccup exploded from my mouth. Not a light, cute noise, either. Nope. It was one that came right from the gut, pounces from the lips, and bounces off the walls. I mean, here I was, having my first kiss, with an “older boy” too, and I got the nervous hiccups. Thank goodness he was sweet and said it wasn’t a problem.
After a few minutes of chatting (well, he did most of the chatting, I was too scared to open my mouth for fear another obnoxious sound would bounce out) he tried again to kiss me. His mouth drew near, his lips touched mine, and this time, the noise that exploded into the room wasn’t my hiccup. Nope, it was my granddad clearing his throat. And I should add that, with the exception of his tighty-whities, Grandpa was naked and his grandfather gut hung over the edge of the elastic band of his Hanes.
Hot Older Boy and I just sat there on that sofa and stared at my grandfather staring at us. I opened my mouth to say something, something like, “We were just talking,” or something else equally unconvincing since he’d just witnessed the beginning of a kiss, but all that came out was another LOUD hiccup. Hot Older Boy shot up from the sofa and ran back to his bed, and I did the same.
Yup, my very first-kiss memory could have been a tad better. Thank goodness I managed to snag a few better kisses later on. And in spite of the fact that I had a less-than-desirable first kiss experience, I do love writing about first kisses. There’s that excitement, the heart-racing feeling of nervous butterflies playing bumper cars in your stomach.
In Born At Midnight, Kylie experiences two “first kisses” from two guys at the camp. I was tempted to give her the hiccups. But I just couldn’t be that mean. So, what about you guys? Do you have a funny “G-rated” first kiss story? Is there a book you’ve enjoyed how an author writes those magical moment scenes?
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