Thanks to Kim Handysides for the topic this week…first kisses.
Did you just come from J.J. Devine http://definingjjdevine.weebly.com/ramblings-of-a-writer? If not, head back and find out about her first kiss with the boy on her street.
This is the first kiss with my future husband.
The summer after my first year in college I returned home to three summer jobs; waitressing, coaching, and interning at the Statehouse. I planned on using all of my free time to watch television and hang out at a local pool.
The second week of break, however, I ran into an old friend in the parking lot of Dunkin Donuts. Hanging out with him in high school had been easy. We had a similar sense of humor and both were on a quest to leave town and find adventure. After talking for hours in the parking lot, we vowed to get together the next day. We never spent more than a day apart the rest of the summer. We hiked, went scuba diving, watched movies, and drove for miles listening to Stevie Wonder. Inseparable and yet completely unattached. Just friends.
Imagine roller skating with your perfect match, holding hands during couples only skates, or lying with your head on his stomach to watch the stars from the top of a mountain, and always feeling perfectly at home. I don’t think either one of us wanted to break the magic. Pushing for more could destroy the friendship and that would be unbearable.
August arrived and I’d be returning to college within two weeks. Returning to school didn’t have the same appeal as before, because I had to leave my best friend behind. Tension wormed into my gut and started destroying the purity of our time together. He must have felt it as well, this strange desperation.
One night, I remained at his parents’ house for hours longer than appropriate. We stared at mindless shows on television and talked about nothing, but neither wanted the night to end. The pauses, however, became awkward. The relationship had to evolve or fizzle
“Can I use your Chapstick?” I asked, my eyes glancing at the mint tube on the table.
He’d just put some on, so the question wasn’t all that odd. As soon as he answered in the affirmative, I inhaled a few deep breaths, moved to his side, and then brushed my lips over his. I didn’t pull away. He wouldn’t have let me. His hand held me in place and I removed every bit of the Chapstick from his lips. The kiss lasted until all the awkwardness of the previous days transformed into a renewed level of comfort and something so much more.
And I’ll take all the credit!
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