It was outside of the church building, of all places, and the guy and I had a small fire going on top of a rock. We were talking, and as we were conversing, he paused once or twice at lulls in the conversation to kiss my cheek or the top of my head.
Honestly, it was a little funky to me, because I hadn't felt that supposed 'spark' or 'desire' or whatever that supposedly you're supposed to feel according to tv and chick lit and all that junk. But I rolled with it I guess.
As we talked, and kept the fire going, There was a another lull, and I leaned slightly into him as we both sat on a rock across from the fire. A moment after I did, he turned a bit and pressed his head into my neck and started kissing me. Hard. And Loudly. And honestly, a liiiittle bit wetly.
I was totally taken aback. But I didn't know what to do, so I let him go for it, sort of swaying with him as he kissed me for a few seconds. He worked his way up and around my neck and ear, making his way to my face, and eventually, I turned my head the slightest bit and met his mouth.
Good Lord, it was terrifying.
And yet super exhilarating.
I wasn't sure if I liked it, weirdly enough.
It was a pretty wet kiss, and I was new at this. Haha. Not to mention he was already trying to slip some tongue in there. I mean, guess he didn't exactly know that it was my first kiss.
And yet, after a few moments, I quickly adjusted into the situation, and found myself actively engaging in a pretty sweet make out session.
After a few hours (not kidding) I was at home once more, and I sat in my bed, reminiscing.
My main thought was, 'what's the big deal about kissing?' Its odd and awkward and warm and wet and I have a weird beard burn all up on my face and neck and shoulders.
Of course, eventually I realized that its not necessarily about the kissing so much as it is about who you're kissing, and what kind of connection you feel with them that makes it really pleasurable.
And so, if you find yourself reading this, wondering why you weren't digging on a kiss, keep on keeping on. Because, trust me, once you've found a great partner for mackin, you won't have any difficulty at all enjoying yourself.
reading this post makes me sad. My first kiss was 8 years ago, at 13. it's still one of the most...I don't even know the word. meaningful moments I can think of? maybe I was lucky. but I'm glad that you've found out it's who it is, not just the act (though occasionally you discover that backward...kiss first, find out the reason it was so good is you really like them second?)
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