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Hasn't everyone played "spin the bottle" at least once?


When it stopped and I saw the target, a handsome 16 year old, part of me wanted to jump up and run. This party wasn’t with my usual friends - except my BFF Kim was there. These kids were 15 and maybe 16. I had just turned 14. We had been invited by an older girl-friend. I couldn’t have been more nervous - the party had turned just short of terrifying - but there’s no way on God’s earth that I could chicken out. John and I shuffled towards each other on our knees. He’s taller and as we drew together he bent toward me and I looked up - our lips touched, I felt his warm breath - WOW, his lips were soft.. I had to force myself not to pull back - my heart was pounding with the fear of embarrassment - what if he stopped - like, YUCK, and declared the whole idea an impossibly silly joke?? He didn’t - after a second I felt his strong left hand gently on the back of my head and he slightly rotated my head to the right and - OH, YEAH - we were able to draw deeper into the kiss (I’d seen that in MOVES - now I understood). His lips were so smooth, slightly slippery and warm - I was breathing WAY deeper then and felt a twining in interesting places. His right hand pressed my lower back and he fetched me closer and, boy, we REALLY fit - I felt my breasts pressed to his chest - I wasn't sure what to do with my hands - they were sort of out to the side. His tongue fleetingly touched my lips and the tickle was electric. My lips parted a little - he drew me even closer - his tongue playfully connected with mine and I seemed to short circuit - I drew in breath sharply, through my nose - which sounded enormously loud to me. WOAH, this was getting intense, I put my palms to his shoulders - should I push away?? “Time!,” the girl timing the kiss called. We stopped actively kissing and he started easing off the pressure holding us together - I leaned back on his hands a bit as I searched for balance. Our kiss-seal broke and I gasped a little, which fortunately, sounded like a laugh and everyone laughed as we pulled apart. I glanced at his face and he was smiling warmly - I blushed explosively and looked down. I put my right hand on my skirt as I scooched back in place and someone placed the bottle back on the center of the circle. I was still looking down because I could tell my face was beet-red but my eyes found Kim, I smiled and give her a telepathic holy-COW. My first REAL kiss. I left the circle before someone could spin me. There's no way that I was going to do that again.

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Date: 11/13/2020 6:14:00 AM
Wow, you describe this well, the emotions of this monumental moment in time. It leaves my mind wandering, what ever happened to John, and was there ever a second kiss. I wrote a poem about 6 months ago called "First Kiss" but it is much more abstract than yours. Nicely written my friend. John
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Date: 11/13/2020 11:38:00 AM
No, there was never a second kiss, he had a girlfriend (yes, she was playing too) and I'm betting he wasn't that impressed =] Yeah, this was a bit different than my usual pieces - I wasn't sure if I should post it. That maybe it was to long, to "romancy" or even that it might offend someone. I'm glad you liked it. =] Thanks for the comment - have a great weekend!