The First Kiss

I was running now, away from something or was it someone? I clearly wasn't thinking straight. I bumped into some people in my attempt to move through the crowd, someone's books fell, I wasn't bothered. I just had to get to my safe haven. I vaulted over a hedge of flowers and another one with so much prowess, "I should try out for the gymnastics team", I thought. I was running through the lawn now, the green getting caught up in my sandals. One giant leap and I was in my classroom. The few who were around seemed to all be staring at me, I ignored them, standing under my fan in an attempt to catch my breath and slow down my perspiration. Some deep breaths and I was back on track, I made my way to get bag and pack up for the night. 

"How did it go?" I looked up to see Jermaine staring so wide-eyed at me, there was some excitement in his eyes. I wasn't sure why. 

"How was it?" He said, getting my attention this time. 

"How was what?" I asked. 

Before he could answer, it all clicked. I suddenly knew what he was talking about. Everything went gray like the Nollywood movies as I had a quick rewind to a few hours back. 

It was Hailey's birthday and I was hesitant. She wasn't my girlfriend but I really hoped the perfume I stole from my mum would make for a great birthday gift. I wasn't sure why I was so bothered, after all, she did have a boyfriend. Thinking it through, I probably realised why; she was the only girl in my years in secondary school, who had shown some interest in me. I had always been a dead guy in school and pretty much a shy bastard, so talking to girls was so hard. Hailey had somehow seen past all that and still let this forbidden crush breathe. 

I had a friend slip a birthday card into her locker, careful enough not to put my name. She'd know it was from me, after all I did address it to her, using the pet name I gave her; 'Dusty'. She had later sent a note saying thank you. She had no idea what was coming next. The perfume arrived, neatly wrapped on her desk, just before night prep. I could tell she loved it cos the goodies I received from her birthday were a lot, probably more than her boyfriend's but who was counting. I was enjoying our forbidden romance and the benefits that came with it. Opening the goody bag, there was another note from Dusty. She wanted me to walk her to her hostel that night. I was nervous, my palms a tad sweaty and I knew I was gonna fuck it all up. I couldn't get my head to study through the night prep as I tried hard to draft a plan that ended up in not fucking up or doing something real stupid. 

The bell rang and it really felt like the same toll the trumpet of rapture might have on me. I ran to the bathroom, washed my face, gave myself some mirror pep talk, in my attempt to own it. I got a good grip, sprayed some perfume and let my shirt fly, channelling my inner bad boy.

I was outside her class now, keeping my shit together, I hated the Art class. They had so many girls and it was pretty much hell, given my shyness. 

I saw her, for the first time that day. The green house wear seemed to look a lot hotter on her, her hair was pretty and she had a touch of makeup. She was ravaging, but I was too shy to say that. As she walked down the stairs, we locked gazes and I guess she could see the burning desire in my eyes cos she smiled sheepishly and turned away in an attempt to hide it... "Hello! I'm supposed to be shy one here." I thought. 

She was close enough and I could smell her fragrance, if I wasn't a shy bastard, I might have kissed her. She made her way to me and hugged me, tight and whispered the words, "thank you." It meant a lot to me that she appreciated it all. While we hugged, I swear I felt her kiss my neck, but I figured it was my head playing games with me. I was comfortable now, the hug helped and I offered to help carry her books while we walked. She smiled as she let me have them, the spark in her eyes lighting up the dark walkway. 

Zaram 4, (Ex) Boyfriend 0.

She laughed as we talked, even I wasn't sure I had that amount of funny in me. Getting closer to the hostel, she took my hands in hers and it was bliss, "I could die now!" I thought. 

She pulled me to the corner just behind the sickbay and I knew what was about to happen. It was what the sickbay was for, 'mouth-to-mouth' things. 

In my attempt to be a gentleman, I tried to stop her, but she shushed me with a finger on my lips and I wasn't gonna try again. For a second, we stared into our eyes recognizing the burning desire from the staircase. We both knew we wanted it, but who was gonna make the first move? I wasn't, I was a rookie, one of the perks of being shy. She grabbed my hair and tried to kiss me, lips touched, but so did our teeth as they clashed. We both moved back and laughed a bit. We weren't laughing for long as I let her books fall to the ground and moved closer now, she reciprocated, her small boobs rubbing my chest. I could smell her again and without thinking, my lips found hers, this time, no clash of the 'teethans'. 

It might have been my first kiss, but I had watched videos in anticipation of this moment, so it wasn't hard to keep up. Soon, her back was against the wall, my hands on her waist, sliding down to her booty. Grabbing it now, I pulled her in closer and she let out a soft moan. Our tongues went to war, crisscrossing like two fighter jets chasing one another. We giggled, our hands remained busy, heart rates spiked and we were breathing hard. We didn't want it to stop and we might have gone the whole night if my sense of morality didn't kick in and I just remembered she had a boyfriend. I stopped, kissing her one final time on lips while smacking her booty, I didn't know what had gotten into me, I guess my inner bad boy was channelled alright. 

I picked up her books and tried to make us leave. She pulled me back, putting my free hand on her boobs, I felt it, I wanted it. I let the books fall again, this time kissing her with so much lust, paying attention to her neck and boobs. We were back at being all over each other. I had never experienced this, so this was a lot for my first time, I told myself. Just then, she grabbed my left hand off her booty and put it under her dress, I felt her thighs and my dick was so hard, it was gonna burst. Her thighs, were wet and I figured it was the sweat, there was so much heat between us. A little higher now and I knew it wasn't her sweating. My hand was on her kitty and it was purring, it was so moist. I had never touched one before, but I knew a lot to understand it was pouring down there. It was all too much for me. I could see the ecstasy in her eyes and I wished I could have gone the extra mile but I withdrew my hand, told her I was a virgin, kissed her goodnight and started running. I couldn't wrap my head around it all, things had really escalated. I bumped into a crowd, jumped some hedges and ran across the lawn to get to safety. 

"Shit! I hadn't washed my hands." I thought.

Jermaine was still in front of me, expecting a reply. He was my best friend and I never hid anything from him. 

"It was cool bro, we talked, laughed, I think she really likes me though." Was all I could mutter as I moved past him to the bathroom.

Washing my hands with enough soap, I knew Hailey was gonna be mad at me but for a night of firsts, I was proud of myself. 

Looking in the mirror, "You dog, scared of some kitty kat now, are you?" Was all I could say to my alter ego.