E. Welch, 10 years old

It was Halloween 1984. We were playing spin the bottle at a friend's house... her mother was only 26 and we were 10. She wasn't paying any attention to us. When the bottle pointed to both of us we went outside under the trailer steps. We crouched down and he asked me, "what kind do you want to do?" I knew what he was asking but I played dumb. "Huh?" I asked. He said, "French or Regular?" I said, "Regular." We kissed. He had big lips and I thought the feeling was fascinating and a little gross. We kissed later in the closet.

Twenty years later he looked me up. He still tastes the same, when I kissed him this morning.

This entry was posted by theheylady, on Sunday, January 14, 2007.