My first straight kiss...

I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I had found this beautiful sparkly purple gown for homecoming in tenth grade. I remember fancying myself up to look perfect for that night. My mother and her friends all helped and I knew, that was going to shine, and that something special was going to happen as well.

I arrived at the dance, and all of my friends were in shock. They could not believe it was me. I was wearing really uncomfortable contacts and high heels, but I looked good. That was all that mattered.

The lights were dim and this Kurt Cobain look alike steps out of nowhere. I remember thinking "wow, he is really good looking." He turned out to be an old friend from jr. high who had moved when we went off to high school. We talked for a few minutes before I got all dreamy and girlie about him.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked him.

"Why not?" He replied. And we headed out on the dance floor. I could feel his breath against my neck and shoulders. I was going insane, something in me started flowing...I don't know what! I was sixteen mind you, and I had no idea about love or lust or any of it.

I looked him in the eyes once the song was over and I said "I think we should..." and our faces inched together until we were full on kissing. I remember not being impressed and not being unimpressed, I was just neutral about it. But I giggled a lot afterward.

I called my friend, the one I was also crushing on at the time, the girl with the black hair from Geography class, and I told her. She was happy for me and wanted details. That is it!