It was a dark and cold night and we had just gotten back from the movies. “I’ll walk you up to your door,” Chris generously offered. I quickly got out of the maroon car and headed up the driveway when we quickly stopped in front of his ’67 mustang. I was leaning on my grandma’s new bright red van. Almost two whole weeks had gone by since we started dating, and the first kiss, well, that doesn’t exists.
When people know that they are going to receive something sooner or later, they usually want it sooner than later. Like on Christmas, the sights of the large wrapped colorful packages under the neatly decorated Christmas tree make me automatically start thinking of what it is and how it will be once I have it.
Well, for me that’s how it is with a first kiss -not just the very first one but the first one with a new boyfriend. Thought just fly through my head. Where should my hands go? What if he thinks I’m the worst kisser ever? What should I say when it’s over? There is really no time to think about it while it’s going on. What is left to do is just go with it and, well, enjoy it.
I can still picture everything like it was yesterday. The movie was The Ring, and he slyly snuck his arm around me. I felt all tingly inside and couldn’t wait until I got home and told my grandma what a blast I had at the movies. Little did I know that I was going to receive our first kiss and a tingly feeling that still hasn’t stopped. Halfway into the movie my neck and back started aching from the unusual position my back was in. I didn’t dare mention it because I loved the feeling that sense of security from him.
Finally, the movie ended, and I stood and relieved my back from pain. Walking out, he grabbed my hand, causing me to blush like a childish twelve year old. “Enjoy the movie?” he questioned lifting his eyebrows. “Ya, it was pretty good” I replied looking away. I was fifteen and still very shy. The car ride home wasn’t’ exactly quiet. His mustang was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think let alone talk. We pulled into the driveway; he got out to walk me to my front door, and there in front of his mustang we shared something special: our first kiss together. Now two years and a million kisses later, I still get that tingly feeling, just like it’s the very first time.