I have had some really weird dreams in my past (like a gigantic pikachu stomping around Times Square... 0.o ... anyways...) but I am sure that my first non-family-friendly kiss was with a girl. And I'm a girl. But I was in elementary school... I didn't really know that kissing another person of the same gender was not right. It was a long while ago, but here’s the basic jist of what I remember happening.
I was around 8 years old, and the new girl in the neighborhood. My parents had invited a neighboring family over so I could play with their daughter who was just a year older than me.
(the doorbell rings)
my parents open the door, inviting the family in and led them to the living room while telling me to go to the basement to play with Alicia, their daughter.
“Wanna play family?” she asked me.
At the time, I liked playing boy things like pokemon, mario, beyblades, etc. so I didn’t like the idea of playing family. But, not wanting to be mean, I agreed.
“Yay! OK. I’ll be the mommy and you’ll be the daddy!”
Never playing family before, “I don’t know what to do...”
“How about this, I’m going to work, so you give me a goodbye kiss.”
“Umm... ok?”
“So do you want to real kiss or fake kiss?”
Being ignorant and innocent as I was, and so not knowing what she meant by “real kiss.”
“Oh, you don’t know what a real kiss is, don’t you.” I shook my head. “ok, I’ll teach you then.”
She leaned towards me and tilting her head to the side and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and sticky wet. She pushed me onto my back, so that I lay on the carpet floor beneath her. Her lips not leaving mine, she laid herself on top of me. I felt her tongue pushing between my lips, I hesitantly dropped my jaw and opened my mouth for her. She massaged her tongue against mine, her hands against my flat chest.
When we finally separated for air, she moved my hands so that they rested on her hips. “Kiss me back,” she commanded, pressing her lips against mine once again. Her tongue slipping into my mouth. Was it just me or was it really hot in here? I tried to do as she had asked and returned the pressure and fought her tongue with mine. We broke apart, breathing heavily. Alicia rolled off of me and sat up. I sat up and wiped my mouth against the back of my hand.
“You’re getting better,” she commented, “Now back to playing family... Sweety, I’m leaving for work! Now do you want a real kiss or fake kiss?”
“Fake kiss” I muttered, still trying to sort out my feelings from the hot kisses. She pecked me on the lips.
Man was she a good kisser. It was shocking that a nine year old can kiss like that... Her parents obviously did not lock their doors when working on having her baby brother. cough cough
We were friends until 2nd grade when she went to another school. I see her occasionally, a small hello here and there in schools over the years.
And so my first kiss was with a girl.
