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Linked Kissses

Here is a good story about first kisses, sent in by Cameron Moore, OCR News Assistant. Written by Lori Basheda at the Orange County Register

Sue will never forget their first kiss. Bob, on the other hand, forgot it almost as soon as it happened.
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Alyssa, BC

My first kiss summed up in one word would have to be awkward.

It was a week after my 17th birthday, and in a week we’d be off to school again – me a senior and him a junior. I had never been kissed before, or even had a boyfriend. In fact, C wasn’t my boyfriend and I knew that it was a mistake to even go to his house but I was determined to have my first kiss before I graduated.

I had always been a flirt, as had he. Two years prior to the kiss I had met him through my at the time best friend. When my friend and I got in a fight about whether we should date or not, C was there to comfort my broken heart and had seemingly stuck around after.

We were in his room, his sister in the one next to us. I had “snuck” in through the back door like he told me, saying “it would be more fun”. Since his door did not lock, he places a small dresser in front of it while I waiting on the bed, patiently, scared.

He sat down on the bed as well, telling me to come closer so he could hug me knowing something was on my mind. I told him it was nothing and lay down on my back while he followed next to me, yet him on his side and facing me.

For some reason or another I turned towards him and he came closer. My conscious thoughts were “Why the hell is he coming so close? Oh my, he wants to kiss. Well, why not?” and went for it. It was wet, and his tongue was much thicker and slimier than I had thought it would be. I had no idea what to do, but he seemed to guide me along and I quickly caught on of when to breathe and when to not. After, we played chess.

Eric Morder, "Sunset"

Oh Sarah!

we didn't know what would happen
but things did happen
and things will happen
like that.

but there we were,
sitting in an abandoned ice factory
in our hometown
it was freezing
and we held hands with gloves on
and we had our first kiss
a few weeks after meeting
flirting (I remember, Sarah,
perhaps one day we would
dance amongst the tallest
most majestic trees
under the full moon
elves we would be
I always called you my dear elf
we would dance
and we would hold hands
and we would sing
and we would look
with ancient wisdom
and complete acceptance
when Frodo wishes to look
in our lady's pool
playing music together
I was 14 you were 15
I bought you sparkling cranberry juice
when you didn’t make it to school
and I found you alone
in your home
on the hill
parents still at work
no siblings
only that ridiculous dog of yours
which you playfully tortured
and he loved you for it
you saying you couldn't tell
the difference
between my playing
and the record
and the volleyball marathon
all night
where you put your head on my shoulder.) we
had our first kiss and that was so good
we had another
boards hanging from nails from the rafters
weeds sticking up through the floor boards
the pale winter sky showing
in the glassless sectioned windows.
our heads were not clear
but we'd never drank
our eyes were pools and
neither of us knew that the sun would
ever set again.

Kerstin Porter, "He Gave Me My First Kiss"

I climbed up behind my house to the cemetery where I would meet my boyfriend; my first boyfriend I did not think had cooties. I could not wait to see him. Whenever around him my heart beat so hard and fast I wondered if something was wrong with my heart, luckily no medical problem caused my throbbing heart.

I sat alone on a huge tombstone labeled Blood, slowly getting soaked by the rain drizzling through the foliage. Somehow the melancholy scene felt quite romantic. I waited and waited for him to come walking up the hill, but as time past my heart slowed to a normal pace and the romantic atmosphere darkened. The wetness soaked through to my skin finally chilling me to an unbearable temperature and bringing the realization that he was not coming. I headed home not sure if I should be mad or sad or not even care. It was the first time I had ever been stood up.

Returning to my empty home I sat in front of the woodstove staring at dancing flames, emotionless. I still could not understand what had happened or why it happened. The phone rang, I did not move. It rang again; I turned as if to see someone else answer it. It rang again. The answering machine picked up, silence, a breath, than his voice. A knot kinked in my stomach making it hard to comprehend what he was saying. I did not want to hear any excuse, he left me in the rain, alone, waiting and all of the sudden my emotions cleared and I was pissed. Then I heard it, “I am so sorry I left you. I need you.” I believed him. I knew with those words the excuse could be understood.

He showed up at my door, soaked, pathetic, and so handsome. His mother became rather ill that morning and he had to run her to the hospital. I had felt completely alone, deserted, and sorry for myself, while he ran around helping someone who needed him more than I. And now he showed up needing me. I wanted him to know I would do what I could. I moved my face extremely close to his not really knowing why and somehow our lips touched. My heart sped up to such an incredible speed I thought he would have to take me to the hospital. I did not know if I should stay there or turn away before my heart exploded. Somehow my heart stayed in my chest and my lips on his. He slowly pulled away, giving me my first kiss.

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