First (Real) Kiss

There was a tongue in my mouth and it wasn’t mine.

I didn’t want it to stop, but some advance notice would’ve been nice. Sure I’ve been waiting forever for someone to kiss me, but I didn’t have time to prepare! I’m not sure what I would’ve prepared, but still, he could’ve asked me first.

Maybe he’s not supposed to ask me. I’ve never seen guys kiss each other except for in porn and that… is something else. My hands were sweaty and I tried to dry them on my pants. What if he notices me rubbing my pants and gets the wrong idea? I should stop that. I think I stopped breathing. No I’m breathing, but I think I need to breathe more often. Especially now. Breathing is good. Time is being weird. Everything sped up, or slowed down. I can’t really tell because I’m a little drunk.

I need to stop overthinking this. I need to calm down. It’s only a kiss. I’d kissed people before. I used to kiss girls at sleepovers when we played spin-the-bottle or truth-or-dare, but that was a long time ago. Janie and I would kiss at parties sometimes to make boys jealous. It never worked out for me. I never got a real kiss. I wanted a real kiss.

And this was it, I guess. I mean, it would’ve been nice if I’d been sober. If I were sober I could focus better. His face is a little blurry this close up. Not ugly, but my brain is definitely struggling to piece it all together. Focus.

His tongue is still swirling around in my mouth. It’s big and wet. I never realized how much space a tongue takes up. Two tongues is almost too much. Maybe I should put my tongue in his mouth. I don’t want him to think I don’t know what I’m doing.

Oh crap I don’t think I’m doing this right. Kissing is hard. I hope he doesn’t stop kissing me. I want this to go on forever. Or at least until he stops to tell me how perfect the kiss was. Or maybe he’d whisper it in my ear. Or he’d whisper that he loves me.

Holy shit he’s kissing me. He is kissing me. He, a boy. I’m not even totally sure who he is. He doesn’t go to my school. I don’t think he’s ugly. He might be. It’s hard to tell this close up. I wish I had gotten a better look at him earlier. Maybe I should check just to be safe.

“Wait.” I managed to struggle past his eager tongue.

He pulled away quickly. Time sped up.

“What?”

Time slowed. He wasn’t ugly. Older, probably. 18 or 19, maybe. Blond with dark eyebrows. Impatient dark eyebrows. Right. I’m supposed to be talking. Time sped up. Say something. Anything.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

He laughed. I put my tongue in his mouth.

This was in response to the writing prompt I posted earlier. Did you write something for it? Let me know!

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