unannounced. He said he was going to finish eating dinner, and asked me to come back in an hour or so. Maybe he was going to wait for his parents to go to bed, I’m not sure. I remember being both shocked and pleased with myself for going after him. I was also happy that he was interested and wanted me to come back.
I came back later that night and he led me straight to his room. I don’t remember his living room at all. His room was off to the left of the front door, which was lucky for him because it was perfect for sneaking in a girl. When I got to his room, it was really dark and there were glowing posters of Ozzy and Megadeth and other really hard groups that scared me. I guess those posters were his mood lighting. I thought of how many times I had been warned about the evils of that music at my Christian school. It was kind of thrilling. We sat on his teenage boy bed in the dark and he put on some music that completely threw me off : Eazy E and NWA! Rap! I was thinking, Wait a minute…I didn’t spend years studying how to be a rocker chick to finally make it to your room and then hear some rap ! Then I think he put on some Randy Rhoads crap. He loved Randy Rhoads, Ozzy’s late guitarist, whom I distinctly remembered my Aunt Billie partying with (she said he put out a cigarette on a really expensive piano at someone’s house). Jeff finally turned on the TV- some bad movie. That is when we started kissing.
You know, when I think about my first kiss, I am happy it was with the boy who I had a crush on and all that. But I wish I could tell a story that involves my hair in ribbons and a boy stealing a kiss by the old oak tree. I guess it is because I waited until the summer before high school that my first kiss was nothing like that. Jeff, already fifteen at that time, started grinding on me. Dry humping. We were lying in his bed and I had no idea what to do, I just went with it. My tongue was all over the place-I was the worst kisser. At one point, I felt my tongue go into a little hole on his face. It was his nostril! (laughs) Someone actually told me months later - Hey, you really suck; you have to get it together.
So there I was, in this kid’s bed, laying down in the dark. He started to gently push my head toward his crotch. I had no idea how to do that kind of stuff. I didn’t know what it even entailed. I had to get out of there; I was in over my head. I left hours later on that summer night, with my face raw with stubble-burn. I was scared but also absolutely thrilled: I had my first kiss. And it was with my dream boy. I made it happen. I marched right up to this boy and he was interested. He was interested enough to kiss me. I made out with Jeff Hunter!
I felt on top of the world. I couldn’t believe it. The next day, I called one of the boys from school that used to worship me, Todd Lewis. We had actually become friends because he was into Heavy Metal. He also wore thick glasses and had an afro, so I didn’t find him cute, but he was good to bounce ideas off. I needed to get the scoop on how to do the dirty stuff. I had to figure it out- and fast. Todd explained to me what was to be done, and he only knew from watching porn and looking at dirty pictures. He told me exactly what to do. I lay on my bed and looked out the window while listening to him. I could see the tree in Jeff’s back yard, where he used to have a tree house when we were younger.
With the exception of going to see the hit movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit? with my parents, I spent that summer hanging out with Jeff. I went further and further with him, stopping short of intercourse. I felt uncomfortable with myself. I didn’t like the things I was doing. It didn’t feel right inside, but I told myself I didn’t want to be the one nerd in high school who hadn’t hooked up with a guy. I wanted the experience and was determined to continue with it.
The thrill of landing Jeff wore off pretty quickly. I felt
I came back later that night and he led me straight to his room. I don’t remember his living room at all. His room was off to the left of the front door, which was lucky for him because it was perfect for sneaking in a girl. When I got to his room, it was really dark and there were glowing posters of Ozzy and Megadeth and other really hard groups that scared me. I guess those posters were his mood lighting. I thought of how many times I had been warned about the evils of that music at my Christian school. It was kind of thrilling. We sat on his teenage boy bed in the dark and he put on some music that completely threw me off : Eazy E and NWA! Rap! I was thinking, Wait a minute…I didn’t spend years studying how to be a rocker chick to finally make it to your room and then hear some rap ! Then I think he put on some Randy Rhoads crap. He loved Randy Rhoads, Ozzy’s late guitarist, whom I distinctly remembered my Aunt Billie partying with (she said he put out a cigarette on a really expensive piano at someone’s house). Jeff finally turned on the TV- some bad movie. That is when we started kissing.
You know, when I think about my first kiss, I am happy it was with the boy who I had a crush on and all that. But I wish I could tell a story that involves my hair in ribbons and a boy stealing a kiss by the old oak tree. I guess it is because I waited until the summer before high school that my first kiss was nothing like that. Jeff, already fifteen at that time, started grinding on me. Dry humping. We were lying in his bed and I had no idea what to do, I just went with it. My tongue was all over the place-I was the worst kisser. At one point, I felt my tongue go into a little hole on his face. It was his nostril! (laughs) Someone actually told me months later - Hey, you really suck; you have to get it together.
So there I was, in this kid’s bed, laying down in the dark. He started to gently push my head toward his crotch. I had no idea how to do that kind of stuff. I didn’t know what it even entailed. I had to get out of there; I was in over my head. I left hours later on that summer night, with my face raw with stubble-burn. I was scared but also absolutely thrilled: I had my first kiss. And it was with my dream boy. I made it happen. I marched right up to this boy and he was interested. He was interested enough to kiss me. I made out with Jeff Hunter!
I felt on top of the world. I couldn’t believe it. The next day, I called one of the boys from school that used to worship me, Todd Lewis. We had actually become friends because he was into Heavy Metal. He also wore thick glasses and had an afro, so I didn’t find him cute, but he was good to bounce ideas off. I needed to get the scoop on how to do the dirty stuff. I had to figure it out- and fast. Todd explained to me what was to be done, and he only knew from watching porn and looking at dirty pictures. He told me exactly what to do. I lay on my bed and looked out the window while listening to him. I could see the tree in Jeff’s back yard, where he used to have a tree house when we were younger.
With the exception of going to see the hit movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit? with my parents, I spent that summer hanging out with Jeff. I went further and further with him, stopping short of intercourse. I felt uncomfortable with myself. I didn’t like the things I was doing. It didn’t feel right inside, but I told myself I didn’t want to be the one nerd in high school who hadn’t hooked up with a guy. I wanted the experience and was determined to continue with it.
The thrill of landing Jeff wore off pretty quickly. I felt
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