In the Spirit of Valentine's...

stephl got me thinking about kisses, so here's a story from my way distant past.

My first kiss was from my prom date when I was 16. I was thrilled to have gotten that milestone out of the way, but I was never really into the guy that was my date that night.

However, a few months later, I met the first man that I ever fell in love with. There were a lot of reasons for us not to be together (like he was 23), but that is not relevant for this story. After P and I had been hanging out together for a while, one night as I was getting in my car to head home, he kissed me. It was very much a closed mouth, fairly chaste kiss. I, however, felt like I was on drugs. It was the most thrilling thing ever. I was also very very nervous. He kissed me, I got in my car, and I drove home. This continued for about a week or so.

Then one night while I was sitting next to him on his piano bench, he asked me why I always took off so fast after he kissed me good night. My response was - well, what else would I do? I was a pretty innocent 16 and didn't really get the many possibilities between a kiss and sex.

And then, he leaned over and kissed me. Really kissed me in a way that made me aware of stuff I had not previously realized existed inside me. We had kissed a bunch by then, but I always think of that kiss as my first *real* kiss.