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Travis, 16

I was a junior in high school when I got my first kiss.

It wasn't because I didn't like girls, it was that I was petrified of them. And by my junior year, I was beginning to feel like the forty-year-old virgin. I mean, some of my classmates where having kids already and here I was.

I had met the girl when she moved into town my sophomore year. One of her parents was working with the same company my dad worked for. She had a car and lived nearby so she drove me to school. We became friends, but nothing more. In fact, she almost immediately began to date someone else, joined the cheer leading team, and became really popular. I took the smart classes and played on the soccer team. Not much more.

So they dated for a while and broke up over the summer. Though I didn't know it at the time, I think I was her rebound.

We probably went to a movie or two before the kiss. It happened when she was dropping me off at my house. We were in the driveway. She turned off the engine. My mouth went dry. It was plain daylight.

"You probably know I've never kissed anyone before," I said.

"I know."

"I don't even know what to do."

"Just lean back and close your eyes."

So I did, there, in the passenger seat, in my driveway, in plain sight of anyone and everyone.

I felt her coming closer.

When her lips touched mine I did an unexpected thing. I wrapped my arms around her tight and tried to shove my tongue as far down her throat as I possibly could.

It must have only lasted a few seconds and then she pulled away.

"How was it?" I said.

"It was a kiss."

"It was bad, I know. I'm sorry."

She shook her head.

Travis Leger
New Orleans

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