Short Stories

First Kiss

First Kiss:

They were walking home from the bus on a cold winter’s day. Their breath transformed into puffs and disappeared with the wind as they were reminiscing about their day in the eight-hour hellhole.

            They laughed and joked, bantering about silly things that they would forget as time wore on. After one of the many jokes they cracked and after the laughing died down, they were silent.  All what filled their ears were the cars zipping by and their boots crunching along the snow. It gave them time to think.

            One of them then finally broke the silence by saying:

            “Hey, Aaron?”

            “Yes?” The boy, Aaron said.

            “May I ask you a favor?”

            He shrugged, “Depends what it is.”

            “It’s kind of—never mind . . .”

            “Okay, now you have to tell me.” He said, slight curious. She sighed, her heart rate gradually speeding up. “I was going to ask if. . .”

            “Ask what?” he demanded, now his curiosity growing.

            “If that . . .”

            “If what?” He pressed.

            Fed up, she blurted. “If you could kiss me.”

            He was taken aback. He never expected those words to fly from her lips. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened. “Why?” He choked out, speechless. She took a deep breath, her cheeks stained a cherry red, as her eyes refused to meet his and took an interest in the cracks in the sidewalk.

            “Because . . . because . . .” She never got to finish her sentence, as embarrassed and flustered as she was, she quickly turned her heel and tried to leave the scene as fast as she could. Wanting to avoid the confrontation of why at all costs. 

            She quickly heard footsteps chasing after her. “Meagan!” Aaron called. “Meagan! Wait!”

            Meagan turned and stopped, breathing heavy and probably the most embarrassed she’d ever been in her life. He jogged toward her the rest of the way, him panting as well. Clouds of their breath dissipated, lost in the harsh wind.

            Somehow gaining a spark of courage as he advanced forward, she said, “You wanna know why?” He nodded. She saw, though her eyes were still glued to the ground. She took yet another deep breath, hoping that’ll untie that clenching knot in her stomach. No such luck.         

            She met his eyes, her cheeks burning. “I want you to kiss me because I want my first kiss to be with someone who is good and nice and kind. And you, sir, fit that category perfectly. I know it’s kind of cliché and I know it’s stupid to want your first kiss to be this big thing, because I know—hopefully—that I’ll have a lot more down the road—not like that, get your head out of the gutter. And I know it shouldn’t matter because my life isn’t a movie, and I’m just human but—”

            Aaron put a finger to her lips, cutting off her words. He leaned in close to her and whispered. “You talk way too much.” Before she could deny that fact the next thing she knew was that Aaron was kissing her.

            Her first thought was: OH MY GOD!

            His lips were soft, and if you had to describe the kiss in four words it would be: light, sweet, lingering yet quick.

            Because just as quick as it happened, it was over.

            She opened her eyes, hers meeting her friend's. “There,” he said as he pulled away and smiled in triumph. Her smile grew big and her cheeks were probably as hot as the sun, even given the ice-cold weather.

            “Hey Aaron, guess what?”

            “What?”

            “I just lost my kissginity.”

            He just rolled his eyes and laughed.

            “C’mon, let’s get you home,” he said, as their bantering continued.