We all learn to peck early. We peck our parents, siblings and other family members. We even go to school and peck as a child however then very innocent. I am more so referring to your first passionate kiss. The kind where your heart beats fast, palms get sweaty and at any moment you may quite possibly faint. The kind of anticipation that is filled with desire to connect and curiosity to feel. It is simple and sweet. Do you remember your first real kiss?
His name was Marshall and he was a tall, chocolate toned boy with full BIG lips. He well known, liked and somewhat experienced from what I heard. He was the youngest of 5 boys will several male uncles and what I thought to be the finest father EVER. I heard from a few that he was interested but he liked to kiss (using his tongue). At that time I hadn’t been “experienced” but I wanted to try. We passed notes and made a plan to kiss after we got off the bus when he walked me home. As we walked home we made small talk and finally made it to my street. The nerves hit me and I could feel me breaking a panic sweat. I tensed up and got anxious. He pulled me close, gently pushed my chin up and guided my lips toward his. As I closed my eyes and gave into him I felt the world disappear and his full lips covered too much of my mouth and part of my nose. I didn’t want to pull back but I needed to breath. It was wet, juicy, lots of tongue movement and head wiggling. Realistically it was messy and I panicked that I wasn’t doing this right and available breath was escaping since his lips blocked all passages. I was instantly overwhelmed but hesitated to pull away immediately but I had to ASAP. His soup coolers were trying to suffocate me and I took a deep breath both of anxiety and relief. He smiled and then pecked me quickly and jogged a way stating that he would see me tomorrow. It was kind of goofy and it didn’t feel like TV. I smiled and went on in the house. We kissed every day after school for the next 2 weeks. After that I thought I was a pro and that I was a sucker for chocolate brothas with full lips but I love lips all together. Do you remember you first kiss? What was it like?
From then on I often looked forward to that first kiss from a new boyfriend or steady Eddie. It was almost always planned or in a secluded private area. It was in hallways, parks, backyards, behind school building or in pathways between houses. It was nice and innocent. From then on out I loved kissing. It was my sex. It was my intimacy. It was special.