Eww! Tongue. (First kiss part 3)

As many of you, might or might not know, I was born to two Puerto Rican parents. I am 2nd generation American from my father and 1st generation for my mother. I love to travel there and enjoy my vacations there, if and when I can.

I was 14. I had just graduated JHS. My graduation present(as always) was to go hang out with my family in Puerto Rico. My mom and I were just about ready to stay there a month. (It's not unusual to have stayed there that long.) We would stay with my aunt, her husband and (at that time,) 4 teenage/adult children. My closest cousin, Beth*, was about 18 or 19 at the time. We would go around the whole pueblo(town) alone and just hang out. My cousin was well known(for reasons I shall not discuss.) There was one guy, Felix*, who was also one of her good friends for the time she was in HS. He was apart of the people who she hung out with at school. She called him up one day and we started talking. We would talk for hours, nights, afternoons. It was all great. He was my long distance boyfriend. To my knowledge, he was even faithful to the extent of the rules that we had on each other. (Its kind of hard to maintain long distance relationships so we made it easier on ourselves.) This lasted for about two years.

I met him three times in my life. The first was at 14. When we just talked and agreed to keep in touch. The 2nd I was 16 and was the same day I decided to "be" with him. The 3rd time was a few years later. He was 3 years my elder. He was experienced and what to me seemed at the time as mature. He was loving and caring to me also.

By this time, Beth no longer lived with my aunt and was married at the time. She would come around to see me and babysit our little cousin. That day she decided to call him so we could all sneak and hang out, I remember it clearly.

We were in his car, a Honda Civic hatchback(a car so popular with Puerto Ricans for the modifications you can make and it being a gassaver), his red 2 door hatchback riding along the dirt roads of where my mother's hometown is located. As we drove down the road, the mountainside road that lead to a elementary school at the bottom of the valley, we came to a sudden stop. Beth and our little cousin decided to give Felix and myself some privacy to talk. After they left and walked back up the road a bit, I asked him "So tell me. How have you been?"

"Missing you, pretty girl."
I giggled and smiled. No guy had ever called me pretty before where I felt they meant it. I remember feeling in love(or what I now do believe was lust) with him. He was special to me. He asked "May I kiss you?"

I pulled him closer to me as he touched my face and made me lean closer to him. (I was about 5'1 at the time. He was about 6 ft. The difference in height was obvious while sitting in the car.) He grazed his lips against mine, opening my mouth a little bit with his tongue. I was so nervous!!! He lightly put his tongue in and played with mine. He felt my anxiety and though I was smiling, he pulled back and leaned in for a peck. He sealed the deal with that. =)

I felt flustered.
Nervous.
Flushed.
AND I was happy!

The butterflies stayed there throughout the day especially when I would remember our kiss. I didnt see him again until I was 16. I stayed with him that night. Those are 2 days that I'll always remember clearly. They're 2 days I refuse to ever forget.

This is my first real kiss. The one that I look back to and dont regret. The one that had feeling and was reciprocated. The first kiss that wasnt a kiss wasted because it wasnt tasted. LOL It was passion. It was lust. I look back and wonder if it were puppy love. Doesnt matter. I would do it all over again. It was worth it.

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent.