First Kiss

January 3, 2007 Posted by fairviewsue

I really was a lame ass nerd in high school. I thought I was cool, wearing my worn jeans and picturing myself a hippie, but somewhere deep inside I knew I wasn’t. So when this guy from the other high school in town took an interest in me I was really excited about it. His name was Luke. He was six feet tall with brown hair and eyes with a muscular swimmer’s build. He was very smart and used to hang out with all of us teens in front of the local movie theater. Since my mom was a teacher at his high school, the other one in our town, her current and former students used to hang out at our house also. He was one of those too. So, I saw a lot of him. We used to play chess, and pathetic chess player that I am, he used to beat the crap out of me regularly. But, I was accustomed to that, since I was outclassed by everyone in my family and regularly got slammed. But, he did buy me a book on strategies of playing chess which I read. That was after the time of the great 1972 Boris Spassky vs. Bobby Fisher chess match and I remember babysitting with that match on the television and forcing a little baby to watch it by tying him into this baby seat contraption. He never cried; actually he seemed to glaze over at the black and white pieces on the screen. I pictured that someday he would grow up to be a great chess master and everyone would wonder where he got his skills. Anyway, at that time chess was really big.

Ah, the magic time of someone taking an interest in you; you feel so special. I felt terrified and unworthy. But I glowed anyhow. He was taking an interest in me. Why? I had no idea. Why would this attractive young man be interested in me? Oh well, I just went with it. I was smart and cute, maybe that was enough. Then I thought about all of the jerks in my high school; yeah, they didn’t know what they were missing out on. Assholes! Losers! Come to think of it though, I had driven a couple of potential suitors away. There was the really cute guy in Mathletes that asked me to join up with him in a competition, but I steered him to another cute, smart girl and now they were dating. Then there was the really popular guard on the basketball team that intercepted me on my bike outside the high school on the weekend. God, he was a dreamy hunk. I could never imagine he would be interested in me. He got my front wheel between his legs, held my handlebars and asked me where I was going and could we just talk a while. Of course I was terrified and couldn’t wait to get away. But, maybe I misinterpreted that and he just really wanted to get to know me.

Anyhow, there were a whole bunch of us teens that used to hang out. In our usual crew was my twin Evie, Luke and his friends from his school, the other high school in our district, Tammy and Lance. Lance was what we would call a twink today with curly blond hair and an angelic face and followed Luke around like a puppy. Tammy always seemed older looking to me, like she was in her early twenties, and was beautiful and exotic with long black hair. Rumor had it that she and Luke had already dated. But, I had my doubts because she was Jewish and he was Protestant. Where I grew up on Long Island you were either Jewish or Gentile. Jewish people would socialize with us, but we were not good enough to date. But, it was the Jewish person’s call as to whether to date or not. I learned this the hard way. One day in my English class the handsome classmate at the desk in right front of me turned and was chatting to me about an upcoming dance, when the student at the desk to his left whispered to him, “You know, she’s not Jewish.” Well, that ended that conversation lickity split. He just turned right to his front as if nothing had ever happened. I, of course, was heartbroken. Tammy’s mother was also a teacher at her high school. Our little bunch would routinely go to each other’s houses all of which were within walking distance of each other.

Occasionally our group would get split up and one night Luke offered to walk me home from his house. It was a cool and misting early spring night and as we crossed a barren weedy lot, he held my hand to stop me and began kissing the top of my head. I wasn’t really sure what was going on up there, so I just stood still. Then he took his right hand and lifted my chin up so that I was looking at him and he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met and it began as an innocent closed kiss at first, but then he opened his mouth and so did I. His tongue entered my mouth and gently explored it. He held me closer. I gave him just a bit of suction and he seemed to like that. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his erection through his jeans. Then he moved away and asked me if I was okay. I replied that I was and he walked me the rest of the way home his hand around mine. I was really excited because I now had a boyfriend.

5 Responses to First Kiss

  1. Shaney says:

    Thats so Cute Sue…And great that you have such fond memories of those special moments..I cant talk about mine with the boys…They all cringe & get their frillies in a twist…Why? Because my first everything was with a girl (And it was HOT!)…lol

  2. Sue says:

    So it was with a girl. I would still want to hear it. Phooey on those close minded boys. Tell ME Shaney. Please… :)

  3. Doug says:

    Ahh…the high school days….’n’ I’m still livin’ it!

  4. Shaney says:

    My first kiss was amazing Sue because I had waited soooo long for it to happen. Most kids were doing it in primary school, 12 yr olds locking lips, but I guess I was meant to wait. I met a girl in 1986 I was 15 she was 14..We had been going steady for about 7 months when one school night her parents allowed me a stay over, she lived on acreage and back then in unpopulatd areas, street lighting was limited to every few hundred metre’s giving way to beautiful starry nights under clear conditions, we grabbed a few blankets & headed out onto the property, laid out on patch of grass and for a little while under moonlite skies we talked & watched the stars glistening above. We managed to see a shooting star and Joanne clenched her fist, reached into my pocket and said this is for you when you need it the most. I could see the look in her eyes, this young girl really cared for me and as I looked to her, we motioned closer and our lips touched for the first time, I felt excitement all over, I was nervous, but it felt wonderful. The kissing got fairly wild after awhile and we were soon exploring other parts of one another, we were both excited, it was passion I never knew before…. Well we were together for 26 months, sex came along & plenty was had…We were doing it every chance we got anywhere we could…She will always be my first everything & you will be amazed to know that I recently got in contact with Jo after 16 years of seperation and we plan on catching up soon…Hmmmm will be interesting…

  5. Sue says:

    You should write posts on your blog for these experiences Shaney. They are too precious to waste on lil’ ol’ me, but thanks for letting me know. :)