It's so weird that first kisses were this week's homework because a few friends and I were literally just talking about this at work.
My first kiss was extremely innocent and I was really young, like 8 or 9 years old. He was my dad's friend's kid and we were buds for a long time. We use to hang out weekly.
One day both of our dad's were working on their Harleys in the garage while we were running around the yard being stereotypical shitheads. My dad had all these old cars parked in a line and we would jump off them into a sand pit. On one of the final jumps, I tried a little too hard to prove I was just as tough as boys and I ended up hurting my ankle.
My dad carried me into the house and my friend followed. I was pissed I couldn't keep playing. After my leg was propped up he went back to the garage while I sat on the couch madder than hell.
Being the sweet kid my friend was he comes up to me and goes, "I could kiss it better. My mom does it for me all the time." So he does, he kisses my ankle and we both start giggling.
Then he says, "I'm gonna kiss you again, okay?" I nodded. Of course it was okay, we were like best friends before you knew what that really meant. It was a sweet little peck between us and a bunch more giggling after.
Don't tell our dads-- they still don't know and I don't want to get grounded.
