That First Kiss

I was 14 and it happened during a party. I cannot remember whether it was a birthday party or not but parties were the rage that time. We had parties for no particular reasons.

You know how those parties had dimmed light and slow music towards the end of the session. That was to accommodate our young raging hormoneslah. I remembered the guy asked me to go for a walk with him and so I trotted along. Chatting away softly under the moonlight walking along the neighbourhood lorong. At the end of the alley, the 18 year old guy turned around and asked for my permission to give him a kiss. So, romantic eh?

Aiya, I was only 14, never even anticipated that questionlah. So, I just kept quiet but in a nanosecond puckered up my lips like a goldfish and braced myself for my first kiss. It was actually a short french kiss. I did not know that it was called a french kiss at that point in my life. WTF! I was wondering what was his tongue doing in my mouth!!! I had only imagined getting kiss like the way you kiss your own image in the mirrorlah. Ya ya, so innocent!

Luckily, I did not faint as the guy was quite a gentleman. Afterall, I was 14, he was 18, plays in a band and drives a car. Like a romance out of a movie, right? Nay, it was an on and off relationship, nothing serious but a memorable kiss, nevertheless.