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The First Time
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The First Time Somebody asked me "Do you remember what it was like the first time you kissed a girl?" I think it should be something fixed in your mind but I admit, I did in fact have to think about it for a while. Then it came to me. But the first time isn't one of the ones I really remember. I was at a boarding school. But once we were about thirteen or fourteen, on Saturdays and Sundays we were allowed out for the afternoon, either to go into town or out with parents etc. And we were also allowed to visit the equivalent local girls boarding school and have tea with them in their common room. I remember one of my class mates had a sister at this school, so there was an easy introduction. (I believe I may have blogged about this from a different angle some time before, so if there are any of my long time readers who are getting a sense of deja vu I apologise! ) Anyway, one of the girls in my friend's sister's class seemed pretty, and was on my wavelength. Gradually, over a period of a few summer Saturdays, we got to the stage of holding hands as we all walked round the school playing fields. I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't tell you now whether it was because I really wanted to, or because I just wanted to know what it was like. But I must have liked her, because I do remember being so nervous I was in a clod sweat before each visit! Anyway, one day I plucked up the courage to try. I had never kissed a girl before, so I neither knew what to do, or what to expect. But I was pleased when I put my lips against hers, because she didn't pull away. But then I was astonished to find her lips apart and her tongue in my mouth. I don't remember what it felt like - it was nice, but shocking. I think I dimly knew that people did that, but it wasn't something I expected. I think I said something crass like "Wow you really know what you are doing" or something. I wasn't exactly embarrassed afterwards, but I think I felt pretty inadequate. I don't think it happened again, and soon the summer term was over, and after the long summer holiday, everything was different. She was full of stories about some guy she knew back home. She didn't actually say he was her boyfriend, but she clearly didn't consider me man enough for her any more. I remember being hurt, but I don't think it lasted that long. We didn't see that much of each other for a year or two, but the funny thing was that by the time I was eighteen and going out with the wonderful Lizzy, our paths crossed again. She was in the year below me and was still at school, while I was now at college in the same town. I remember her head mistress allowing one or two of the girls to go out in the evenings, and we had several fun chats at the pub as just friends, and became quite close. She had a boyfriend at home, and I had Lizzy, so we were genuinely just friends, but it was a happy time. I do remember the first time I kissed Lizzy. I was already pretty much in love with her, and she was incredibly sexy. I had kissed other girls before I met her, nothing memorable, but at least I didn't feel inexperienced. What happened was still unexpected though. We started kissing, and we just couldn't stop. Her arms were round my neck and she hung off me as if she might collapse otherwise. My head spun like a drug hit, my heart started beating like I was running the hundred metres, my legs felt weak and I wanted to lie down, with her still in my arms. I wanted to be part of her, to feel her pressing down on me, like as if there was a hole in my chest and only her weight on me could fill it. I remember thinking, "Oh my god, this is what the fuss is all about........" Years later, when I first kissed the Lioness, I would have that feeling again. It felt just like kissing Lizzy for the first time, only multiplied by a factor of ten. |
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Oh I remember my first kiss....I knew he was going to kiss me that day when we met....and I was terrified....I didn't know if I would do it right....guess I did 'cos he kissed me again....often.  These sort of things are good memories Dreamer.  ~~Anais Nin~~
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I like when you write about those earlier days. I wasn't watching your blog then, so Lizzy and the Lioness are not so familiar to me. I like the kiss as you describe with Lizzy...it's as if that connection is your breath and you can't breathe unless you are kissing...Mmmm, I miss that...
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I like when you write about those earlier days. I wasn't watching your blog then, so Lizzy and the Lioness are not so familiar to me. I like the kiss as you describe with Lizzy...it's as if that connection is your breath and you can't breathe unless you are kissing...Mmmm, I miss that...
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Oh I remember my first kiss....I knew he was going to kiss me that day when we met....and I was terrified....I didn't know if I would do it right....guess I did 'cos he kissed me again....often. These sort of things are good memories Dreamer.
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We started kissing, and we just couldn't stop. Her arms were round my neck and she hung off me as if she might collapse otherwise. My head spun like a drug hit, my heart started beating like I was running the hundred metres, my legs felt weak and I wanted to lie down, with her still in my arms. I wanted to be part of her, to feel her pressing down on me, like as if there was a hole in my chest and only her weight on me could fill it. ohhhh swoon! what a lovely description and memory - that mind boggling chemistry so worth the search when you can find it. Good girls go to heaven,....Bad girls go EVERYWHERE! I love to travel Come visit my blog tigger678902
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We started kissing, and we just couldn't stop. Her arms were round my neck and she hung off me as if she might collapse otherwise. My head spun like a drug hit, my heart started beating like I was running the hundred metres, my legs felt weak and I wanted to lie down, with her still in my arms. I wanted to be part of her, to feel her pressing down on me, like as if there was a hole in my chest and only her weight on me could fill it. ohhhh swoon! what a lovely description and memory - that mind boggling chemistry so worth the search when you can find it.
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"as if there was a hole in my chest and only her weight on me could fill it" Over here in LA swooning, sighing and wishing I could clone you and your personality. Seriously what women wouldn't want that written about her? I use to bribe this cute boy in 2nd grade to kiss me. $1 everyday at recess.
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"as if there was a hole in my chest and only her weight on me could fill it" Over here in LA swooning, sighing and wishing I could clone you and your personality. Seriously what women wouldn't want that written about her? I use to bribe this cute boy in 2nd grade to kiss me. $1 everyday at recess.
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