Lessons in Love

wherein I learned to kiss

16 is such an awkward age.

Kids at this point are only really interested in one thing; getting your dick wet. Problem is, for the most part I had about zero experience.

Luckily for me, I went to Stephen Ascot's party one fateful evening in June. The only reason he invited me was because he liked one of the girls in my group, otherwise I was pretty much excluded at the 'popular' crowd's parties.

I've mentioned before that I can sometimes tell within the first two seconds of looking into a girl's eyes whether or not something will happen. It was when I looked into the beautiful blue eyes of a dark haired rocker girl sitting in his room that I knew I was being called to.

She was beautiful, dark hair with a pale complexion and pert red lips to match. Her hands and arms were adorned with tribal jewellery, complimenting the piercings in her ears. Looking down she had large breasts, and a fully formed lower half.

Obviously, this was a girl who is fed by a mother.

I looked back at the TV, and tried to think of a way to engage her, but none came to mind. I could feel her attention on me for the entire evening, and when I could stand it no more I reached out and squeezed her hand, discreetly, so that no-one would see.

She squeezed it back with all her might. I needed no other signals.

Making an announcement that I was off to get drinks, I left the room and with my ears observed behind me. I went down the stairs and heard the door behind me open and close, with small, pensive footsteps follow me into the kitchen. I watched her come through the narrow hallway, and realised that conversation at this point was negligible. We instantly fell into each other's arms and locked in embrace.

Except, an embrace from me at that age consisted of my furiously thrusting and swirling my tongue around inside a girl's mouth, presumably with the aim of playing drums on her tonsils. Almost instantly she pulled away with a confused look on her face, before slowly moving back in for another round of my infamous tongue fencing.

Suddenly, she put her hand on my cheek, stopping me in my tracks and causing my eyes to open in suprise.

I Looked at her and she pulled my head towards her slowly, and embraced me with a slow, sensual, passionate kiss that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I felt her lips go slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, over my mouth and gently bite the top of my upper lip. My arms went around the back of her waist and my heart began to race. Instantly I slowed down to match her rhythm and I felt I would burst into flame if she kept kissing me this way.

Almost too soon, it was over, as Stephen threw me off her and stormed out of the kitchen. It turns out that he had invited her there for the sole purpose of making his moves on her, and had even gone to the trouble of telling everyone.

Except for me. Guess school rejects weren't perceived as threats by him.

The girl (whose name I have forgotten) stood confused, looked around, blushed, and promptly faded into a crowd of people. Stunned, I walked backwards outside and pretended nothing had happened, my lips still numb from touching such fiery passion.

I walked around after that, but never saw her again. But since that night, I've never forgotten how to properly kiss a girl; by holding their head in my hands, grasping their long hair and slowly but passionately pressing my lips to theirs.

Oh, and sometimes biting their top lip.