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12 Apr

Last week, I participated in the yeah write speakeasy. I shared a fiction story about a girl’s first kiss using the writing prompt they provided.

I thought it might be fun to share my own first kiss this week.

Well, probably more funny than fun.

I’m sure I had received pecks on the lips before, but certainly nothing memorable or qualifying as a true first kiss. I was a late bloomer.

I was chatting on AOL one day in the living room, likely cursing the slow dial up. One of the cooks in the restaurant where I hostessed had been instant messaging me for a little while when he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies sometime. I nervously agreed and immediately signed off to call my best friend.

There was one problem. He had just had surgery on his shoulder from a baseball injury and was in one of those casts that keeps your arm at a right angle. He had his mom drop him off at my house and then we took my car to the theater. I had just gotten my drivers license and was driving a stick shift. It was a bumpy ride, but we made it.

While we waited in line for the tickets, we chatted and my nerves eased a bit. I went to pay for my own ticket and he used his casted arm to bump me away. So romantic. We then headed into the theater and had to sit on the aisle so that his arm wasn’t in the way of the person to his left.

I don’t remember what movie we saw and our memories weren’t any better that night, because after leaving the theater, we both forgot where we had parked. While we were wandering around the parking lot, he all of a sudden stopped and kissed me.

Yes, my first kiss was in the parking lot of the movie theater, while lost trying to find the car with a guy who only had the use of one arm.

My first kiss with my current boyfriend is a story for another day, but it certainly beat this one. And hopefully, he’ll be my last kiss too 🙂

Do you remember your first kiss?

Today was Day Eleven (or Day K) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. 

I also linked up with the Let’s Be Friends Blog Hop and I am making an attempt not to shame myself at the  yeah write weekend moonshine grid.

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Kate sig

Her first kiss

3 Apr

(click to embiggen) "The sun was setting when she finally arrived home." First line provided by speakeay #102 winner Sandra Crook

The sun was setting when she finally arrived home. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned, peering from the side of her eyes at the man driving the van. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to not draw his attention to the gritty flakes falling from lack of sleep. They had spent hours laying on the roof of the van, fingers entwined, legs overlapping.

They didn’t want the day to end so kept making up stories to keep the other’s attention, finally slowly accepting defeat when church bells rang, echoing into their hideway in the trees.

So many hours spent talking about nothing and now this tension between them. Neither of them knew what to say now that the magic of the spring day had ended. What do you say when you don’t want to break the spell, but you want the spell to be reignited again? And again and again.

“That’s my house there,” she said, pointing to a sunshine yellow bungalow ahead.

He said nothing.

“I had fun today,” she tried again.

Still he said nothing.

He pulled into her driveway and she awkwardly gathered her belongings- her purse, a shoe that had been dangling from her foot, an earring carelessly resting on the dashboard.

He looked at her.

She looked at him.

He wrapped his hands around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her with lips and a tongue that had done this before.

She cautiously responded, learning the steps as he led.

A door slammed and a shadowed figure stood in the doorway of the cheerful house.

“I’ll see you again,” he said as she ran out of car and barefoot onto the grass to her father’s imposing figure.

“I’ll see you again,” he whispered again to himself.

Little did they know that many years after that first kiss, children would be playing among the tangled weeds surrounding the van they first rode in together- children that came from other kisses along their life’s journey.

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