My first kiss ...

I am curious about girls, even today. They act as if they are from a different planet, my mylaporean (very conservative place) upbringing alienated, and a bit frightened me from them. There had been countless occasions where I wanted to say something to a girl, and yet I remained as a quiet observer.

But even to a tight mouthed guy like me, a kiss happened. A cupid's faintest arrow must have struck me and that girl who used to sit near me at school. Her dressing sense was of Haute Couture, her pristine eyes dazzled along with her yummy cheeks, yet I reminisce that I had liked her hair more than anything else. She smiled whenever she saw me. I used to beam back blushing, but no one from our class seemed to be bothered about our clandestine stares and the consequent blushings. People must be busy in their work, I had then guessed.

At recess hour, she would be the last person to move out of the class. I was quite the opposite as my brain thinks like an ogre when I feel hungry.  I always headed out first, marching along with my friends like a pack of army ants. "Did she miss me in the recess hour?", I used to wonder. My doubts didn't last long as she would continue where she had left to occasionally gaze at me after the lunch break. I could recollect that sometimes I resisted my temptation to look back at her and listen carefully to the class proceedings, but my heart always breaks down after some time. She must have looked at me at least six times by that time and I would have displayed my trademarked loser smile when she casts her eye on me again.

A few days passed and as luck would have it; the girl next to her was absent for that day. An opportunity presented itself to sit next to her. I did not hesitate and captured the moment as my gut instructed. Her eyes sparkled at close quarters, and I could look no further, even her faintest smiles rocked me. I was lost in her beauty, and she chuckled at the sight of it. My heart soared and ebbed. She looked very ecstatic of us sitting together and I had lost all attention to whatever that is going on around me.

I moved closer and kissed her yummy cheek. My heart stopped for a moment. All thoughts ranging from: "Why did I do it ?","What a foolish thing to do?","What will she think of me?","How many from our class has seen it?", "Did the teacher see it ?"

My tension that rose like a rocket fell like one when she smiled back. Is this what is called Elysian joy? The teacher and other students just kept on doing their work. Finally, my time hath come. I have a girlfriend whom I can kiss.

The following day, I had the chance to sit next to her again. I began scheming and her glances at me assured that I was on the right track. I moved closer, I kissed her again in the class while she was listening to the teacher. She turned towards me and her countenance suggested that she was in awe. Emboldened, I said to her "I would kiss you after every session". Mysteriously, she agreed to my deal. True to my word, I did kiss her after every session on that school day. I distinctly remember that she was attentive to the class proceedings in spite of me being a distraction. She always had an eye for her work.

I asked her to kiss me with just minutes before our recess could start.
She kissed me on my left cheek. It was the first time when a girl of my age kissed me. I still cherish that moment. Everything had then come to a still, and I could hear my heart beat. Her pulchritude after that kiss was magnanimous. We smiled back at each other numerous times that day. I pecked her cheek one last time.

"Neo !", the teacher shouted and the whole class turned towards me. "Naughty boy! What are you doing in that corner?" she asked. I was flabbergasted, but my girlfriend was not; she smiled at the teacher as if she had not done any wrong. She looked at me to admonish, but nevertheless could not control her laughter. As she came towards our bench, my first-grade teacher said, "I am going to change your place !"

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