A Book of Short Stories

Short Story 8

FIRST KISS PART TWO

As you can tell by the photo... yes, I have kissed a girl. Now, don't be confused because I'm 100% straight but I'm a straight girl that has done some non-straight stuff in her life haha.

**Btw, if lesbian scenes disturb you, kindly skip this chapter. If not, read at your own risk.**

Now, unlike Katy Perry, I did not like kissing this girl! Now, get that in your head while you read this. Ok? K.

Now, this all began as a fucked up game of truth or dare. First, it started innocent (because I always chose truth and when the other girl chose dare I dared her to do innocent things because I was at the age where I didn't even know how babies were made). I was like 10 or 11 when this happened.

It started out innocent on her side as well. My first dare she dared me to go into her closet, lift up my dress, put it back down, then walk back out. Which I did.

Then, my second dare, I believe that she dared me to take off my dress completely. In my head I was like "we're both girls so who gives a fuck" so I did it. BAD IDEA. I was practically naked in a training bra (cuz I didn't have boobs at 11) and panties.

My third dare, she dared me to kiss her on the lips. So I did. Every time I leaned in, she claimed that I didn't so I had to keep on kissing her!

Finally I had kissed her so many times that we were practically making out. At some point I stopped, put my dress back on, and bolted.

She ran after me and yelled for me to come back, but I made up what sounded like a brilliant excuse to leave in my head. I'll never forget my excuse. I said...

"Sorry, my mom is making cookies, I gotta go."

She said, "Ooh, can I have one?"

I said, "There's only one left, sorry."

Now that I think that over, I couldn't possibly have known that my mother was making cookies because I didn't have a phone back then so I had no way for my mother to tell me. But back when I was 10, in my head, that was a brilliant fucking excuse.

Now, I don't remember much about what happened after that whole traumatic experience, but I do remember telling the truth of what happened to my mother. Now, telling the truth back then was a huge deal for me because I was lying like it was breathing. So, I actually have that girl I kissed to thank because if it wasn't for her, I never would have learned the importance of honesty.

So that is it for my cringy first kiss story.

Now, just so you are fully aware, if this entry gave you an impression that I am against lesbians, bisexuals, transgenders, or anything like that. You are sadly mistaken. I am actually friends with a lot of people who fall under those categories, and I could never imagine judging any of them. And if you are any of those, good for you for not being ashamed of it because many of my friends are still in the closet so you are ahead of them! And if you're not, and you are for some reason unknown to you or others, still in the closet, don't be afraid. Life's too short to be afraid of being who you are and if those who don't accept you for who you are can fuck themselves okay? 'Cause I may not know what you look like, but I know you're special, and every one else should know that too.

Thanks guys for reading! Stay tuned for a new entry when I dream up one from this troubled skull of mine! Also, if you want me to make a book of excerpts from my stories, let me know! Either dm me or comment!

Bye beautiful people! ❤️