First Kiss

I had always been a curious cat.  In another lifetime, I think I could have been a scientist.  For the most part, I was never quite happy with being told about things ... I had to experiment and experience it for myself.  I remember my first kiss, I think I was 10 years old.

Now, when I say "first kiss", I mean a real tongue-duel, French kiss.  Perhaps you are thinking "that's really young to be Frenching anyone" and, I suppose, for most kids, it is.  My first kiss is not something I like to talk about because it is taboo.  My first kiss was with a 15 year old boy ... and he was my cousin.

I remember that I would go to their house often to play with his younger sibs.  One of our favorite games was hide and seek.  Oftentimes I would hide in the linen closet, buried behind the sheets and blankets.  In one of those visits, my cousin approached me and asked if I would be willing to experiment kissing with him.  After some thought I said yes. After all, I was actually curious, too, and I was thinking that with him it would be safe.  It didn't even occur to me that he might be physically attracted to me, after all, I was 10 years old, 5 feet tall, slim as a reed, and flat chested.  The excuse he gave me was that he wanted to start dating and kissing girls but wanted to practice with someone he can trust so he would get it right.

If you ask me now if I enjoyed it, I can't tell you definitively "yes" but I can say that I definitely didn't hate it.  After all, kissing is possibly, one my favorite things.  I do remember that in the back of my head I was actually listing down my observations.

1. if you move in too fast you bump teeth.  Youch!
2. no biting, it hurts
3. there is no need to open my mouth really wide
4. licking the lips is nice, too
5. when I rubbed his tongue with mine it made him moan.  Why?
6. thrusting my tongue in surprised him ... hmmm
7. I don't like sloppy kisses
8. gotta watch the saliva thing, swallowing helps

Maybe because I was clinical about it, I was able to keep myself detached and I was able to stop it before it could get complicated.  I do recall kissing him again a couple more times later, still to experiment, on my part, at least.

My cousin and I never discussed it again.  It remains our dirty little secret