Never forgetting my first kiss, by Rebeca
Well I’m fourteen now but I was thirteen when I had my first kiss. I had just started going out with the guy I had a crush on for soooooo long…Bryce Levitt. He was the love of my life, I know that may sound and callow me being so young and claiming that, but then he was.
Anyhow he and I had gone to the movies held hands,
hugged, cuddled, but not kissed. Everyone was
constantly telling us to, and believe me I really
really wanted to. I always dreamt of him kissing me in
the moon light. He was so strong, tall, warm, and
muscular.
So one day we after school we (both of our families)
were at a tutoring place for who ever of you know
Kumon it was that place, his brother and my siblings
were there at the same time. I was waiting in my car,
and then I see him starting to come over, he said he
needed help with algebra, but I tried helping him and
he was clearly distracted.
My ex friend (we got into a
huge fight) was there so we didn’t actually kiss, but
he kept brushing his nose with mine it was sooooo
cute!!! Soon my parents and siblings came back and we
kind of separated, but my mom offered to drive him
across the parking lot, because that’s where his
mother waited. So my mom did, and as he was getting
out, he turned around quickly (when I was not
expecting it, i might add) and he pocked me right in
the eye!!! It was hilarious!! He was sooooo
embarrassed that he ran to his mom’s car. Even though
my eye was tearing because of the irritation my heart
was still ferociously beating inside of me, I could
hardly breath.
Ok here it comes! The next day at school, we kept
kissing each other on the cheeks (in English, my
favorite class!) but then on the end of the day we
were walking down the stairs together and the hall was
completely empty he was in front of me and he suddenly
turned around near the end of the stair way. I knew it
was coming, I wrapped my arms around his neck (he was
only slightly taller then, because he was three steps
lower than I) we slowly moved towards each other, we
felt each other’s warmth, and sweet breaths. His arms
moved around my waist, as he gently pulled me towards
him. Finally after what seemed eternity our lips met,
they were soft and dry. What I had been dreaming about
for the past months had finally occurred. It was only
a peck (because someone interrupted us) but it meant
everything to me at that moment. He and I shared many
more kisses each one never lasting longer than a peck,
but every-one made my palms sweaty, and made my
insides shake with innocent pleasure.
Bryce and I dated for about 8 months; sadly it didn’t
last as our days went into the summer. That was last
year, he was in 8th grade, and I 7th. We actually
started dating this year again, but it just didn’t
workout, I didn’t like him the way I had, which had
masked his quite side, which I can’t stand!! I am so
very talkative. But even though out of those long
months dating we had amazing moments and, we never
really kissed, as in passionately or frenched. It was
innocent and miraculous. I’ve only kissed on person
(one time) since then, and it just didn’t feel right.
I can still remember that kiss so clearly, its as
though it were yesterday, and i can still feel the
magic of it in my heart. I know I’m going to have
plenty of kisses in the future, some worst, most
better, (hopefully) but I will never forget my first
kiss.
By Rebeca H.
