I did a lot of talking to girls, and chatting to girls, and flirting
with girls, heck's sake - I even had a girlfriend and I had never
kissed a girl. Well, I did have that one time I kissed those two
girls on the cheek but that is not the kiss of the counting type.
Then a girl who used to live by me in Santaquin and was still a
friend of a friend invited me to her house for a party I was thinking
that sounded okay but I suspected nothing. My mom agreed, after I
promised it was a legit chaperoned party (which it was not), to drive
me over with my Payson friend to Springville a town a couple of
clicks down the road but not to far. When we rolled up the house was
all but dark and not looking too party-ish. My mom was skeptical, as
she should have been, but I assured her that we must just be early
and everyone else would be coming soon. We walked up to the door and
the girl and her friend were actually the only party there was. That,
I knew, meant kissing party and I started to get really nervous. I
waved to my mom and sent her on her way and she would be back at
midnight. We went in and started a little small talk and then the
girl invited us back into room. Uh oh, uh oh. We all
four went in and looked through her stuff and at her posters and when
I sat down on her bed she sat on my lap which I tried to be cool
about but I knew I was in too deep. My friend and her friend were
talking and her friend asked my friend to go out to the living room
to watch a movie. Uh no. My mouth had dried all the way
up and I guess all of the moisture was now in my hands and armpits
which were sweating so hard they were not moist but wet enough to
drip. Oh man. I was looking for a graceful exit but it
appeared that my first kiss was about to happen one way or another
because this girl was shepherding the other couple out the door and
at the same time blocking my escape. When she turned around she
turned off the light and closed the door. Oh no. I sat
on a chair by her bed and she came and sat on the edge of the bed and
I knew I was supposed to make a move but my idea of a move and hers
were in different leagues. I decided on the subtle footsie/hand hold
and she was ready for the full make out. As I tried to reach over and
hold her hand she pulled me onto the bed and mostly on top of her. Oh
no, oh no, oh no. oh no, oh no. She told me she had wanted to
do this for a long time and she pulled my head down and raised her
head up and went right to work on the kissing. It was not a cute soft
work-me-into-it kind of deal she was going strait squid attack on my
mouth. It felt like something out of a Manga with her tentacle of
saliva and flesh raping my mouth. In all honesty my fear switch from
not knowing how to kiss to being afraid I might puke. It was the most
horrible sensation I had ever felt in my life and in that moment of
trying to restrain my gag reflex I thought, 'this is never going to
catch on.' She was not letting up and my face was getting covered in
slobber and my tongue and lips were getting sore and there was
nothing I was enjoying. Luckily, my friend feeling like I might be
having some fun that he was not came into the room and turned on the
light. I feigned outrage but was more relived then I could say. He
said that he was bored and that he and the other girl were going for
a walk and they wanted to know if we wanted to go. Yes, yes,
yes. My molester declined however and I was honor bound to
stay and play. Oh man. I at least got out to the living
room but we were still alone and I was trying to avoid wading back
into the saliva river but I had run out of excuses and we were back
at it. She started moving my hands towards her breasts and that is
when I pulled the plug. I pretended to be really interested in
finding out where my friend and his date had got to. We wandered
outside her on my arm and still trying to cuddle and kiss and I was
giving my best oh man where is my friend look up and down the street.
They came back and we stayed on the porch talking because that meant
no more kissing until my mom came and rescued me. I was glad to have
gotten the kissing ice broken but I was not sure if I ever wanted to
do that again. Ever.
