I am not sure how much detail I will go into here. I will say that my first kiss was very nice. The boy it was with touched my face. He pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail. I could tell he was really nervous. So was I. I remember feeling hot and cold at the same time. He said, "I think you are really cool. I think you're the coolest girl I've ever met." And then we kissed.
We kissed for a little while, and when we were done, he asked if I wanted a glass of water. I said no, to be polite (I didn't want him to feel like he had to leave the room). But it turned out he was being polite, asking me if I wanted a glass of water because he was going to get one anyway. When he got back, I realized I was really thirsty and changed my mind. He went back and got another glass (he gave me the first one).
A few days later I went to church (this was back when I was going to Catholic mass with my parents). I was distracted the whole time. I kept touching my lips and thinking about that kiss. I remember feeling guilty, not for having sinned, but for thinking about how great it was in church.
That was my first kiss.
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