Colour-Scientist said:
So, what was your first kiss like? Was it pleasant or traumatizing? How old were you and where were you? Was the person special?
Story time, eh? Okay. ^^
I was 17, and in my senior year of High School. The summer before Senior Year I completely made myself over, turning from a sweater-wearing wall-flower into a black-leather wearing skank. This was all part of my secret plan to make people like me by pretending to be as slutty as possible. Thing is, at my high school, people just thought I was nuts. But at other high schools, and around town, it worked. I ended up dating a girl from a nearby high school. I didn't tell my parents about it, because I didn't think they'd approve of their little girl's high school lesbian romance.
So, since I had no parental support, and therefore no good excuse to borrow the car, I ended up having to hang out with her at a lot of public events at first. We talked a lot because there wasn't much else we could do. I finally managed to pass going to see her after a football game (I was in the band, so I had to be there) by saying I was "going to hang out with friends". Which was technically true, since she and I were getting to be pretty good friends too.
For our first real date, we went for a long walk in the dark. It wasn't particularly scenic, but it was my first time alone with her. She was a smoker (she was 18 so it was legal for her). I hated the smell of cigarettes, but I pretended I didn't, and actually, on her, it didn't smell that bad. (It was probably the hormones, I fully admit it.)
She's just finished a cigarette and crushed it on the ground when she turned around, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. I'd never been kissed at all before (unless kindergarten counts), much less like that (tongue and all) but I did my best. We stood there in the dark making out for somewhere between ten and twenty minutes.
After that, she took me back to her parents house and presented me as a friend. We went down into her basement to "watch movies" - which we did. Grease, oddly enough. I hated that movie so much, but I didn't care, because we spent most of it making out more. She didn't stop there either - I got to second base with her (my first time touching another woman's breasts) and she went a little farther with me. She slipped her hand under my black leather skirt and gave me my first orgasm (with another person, I'd done myself before) that same night.
She knew exactly how to get away with all this stuff with her parents right above us, so either she had really dumb parents, or a lot of practice.
Over the next three weeks, I did pretty much every other first thing with her. Fortunately, her parents remained either oblivious or absent the whole time.
That was the late fall of my senior year. We were together all of the spring and summer too. We didn't break up until I went to college, which was 600 miles away (she went to a local community college). I never told my parents about us. ^^;;
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