Story Weekend: Kissing
I’m watching one of my favorite movies, Love Actually. So wonderful. And a lot of kissing, thus our topic for the weekend. Go for it!
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge. Happy writing!
Her parents weren’t home and we invited the wild boys over. I was barely thirteen, dorky and nervous, and I was already planning my next visit to confession when they showed up. Jeff sat next to me and put his arm around me. Was I trembling? Probably. He kissed me. I was too nervous to notice if it felt good or bad. Then his tongue touched my lips and I jerked away. The tongue meant hell. Every good Catholic girl knew that. I jumped to my feet. “I already have a boyfriend,” I lied, heading for the phone to call my parents for a ride home. My friend didn’t notice. She was busy.
I’ve written about this before on this site even! That’s ok, I’ll write about it again.
My first kiss……the one I’ll never forget (sorry hubby). It was the last day of school before summer started. I was in the 7th grade, he was in 9th and he would be in high school the next year leaving me behind. After lunchtime was over he walked me to my next class. I wasn’t expecting it when he bent down and touched his lips to mine. I had never known that lips could be that soft. I’m sure the world must have moved under my feet.
Such a sweet story, Deb.
I get the most wondrous kisses now that I am divorced. After many years of no touching or affection from my husband he walked out. Since then I love my life and mainly my kisses from special people and dogs in my life. The wet tongue on my hand from my brother’s dog who is lying quietly beside me, the wet sloppy kiss from my 2 year old granddaughter, the kiss on the cheek with the dry lips from the senior I help and the hugs and kisses from my sons when they tell me they are proud of me and love me so much. Isn’t life special?
Oh wow, Kelly, I love it.
Oh no I love the idea of Story Weekend but there has only been 1 that I could think of a story to add 🙁
Jill, email me with some Story Weekend suggestions that will work for you!!
I think I may be a very boring person Diane and I am definitely very unimaginative. I think my favourite topic would probably be – If you could change 1 thing in your life what would it be and how would it have affected your present life and future. But you seem to go for 1 word topics so how about: House, Pet (this would replace the Cats story weekend me not being a cat lover:( ), School, Day out 🙂
Kisses have come from different ages and stages of my life . . .the first one from the sweet little boy who sat next to me in the second grade and surprised me with a quick peck on the cheek and blushed when I looked over at him; the last kiss that my wonderful mother gently placed on my cheek as she was on her way home to heaven; and last month when my precious six-month-old great-grandson put his beautiful lips against my face and gave me his version of a kiss. Of course, there have been many kisses between the second grade and now that have expressed compassion, love, friendship and passion. I have been kiss-blessed.
Kiss-blessed. Love it.
“Night Dad, sweet dreams!” whispered the little 7 year old, red haired girl as her father leant over to kiss her goodnight.
“You too sweetie” came the reply.
As he walked from the room, he subconsciously rubbed his cheek where his daughter had placed her slightly sloppy goodnight kiss…
…”Dad, why did you rub off my kiss?” came a small voice from the dark.
Horrified that she had noticed, his mind raced. “I didn’t rub it off darlin’, I was rubbing it in so I could keep it forever!”
Her eyes sparkled in the gloom, a smile spread across her freckled face and she settled down to sleep, contentedly.
The next night, as her father left the room she called out “Rub it in Dad!” and so began a tradition that lasted forever….
Aww, I love this.
At the close of our first date, he drove to a popular, secluded nightspot and parked. I knew it was coming but was still nervous over what to expect for our first kiss. Will it be an open or closed mouth kiss, just a peck or a full blown make-out session? After what seemed like an eternity, he finally made his move, leaned in and his lips met mine. His lips were parted and they enveloped mine and I assumed he was a french kisser. After a few awkward seconds of no action, I decided to help him out and moved my tongue forward to meet his. I fumbled around a bit before I realized to my horror that my tongue had met his clenched teeth! I withdrew my tongue as discreetly as I could, but I just knew he knew what happened and the kiss ended in very short order. It was eerily quiet for the drive home but he politely walked me to the door and said goodnight. To my relief, he did not attempt a goodnight kiss nor did he ask me out again.
(circa 1967, 10th grade)
tee hee. He probably didn’t want to have to go to confession with me.
We had been friends for a couple of weeks and he was the lifeguard at the local swimming pool. I was only 14 and he was 18 and I remember vividly the moment he asked me to close my eyes and go under the water. I felt his hands on my waist before his lips touched mine in an endless kiss that lasted mere seconds. I was in love and he was too.
I am pretty sure this was not what you were expecting. Anyone who recognises my name will realise that my dog is my very best friend. She is a very intelligent German Shepherd and I am guilty of teaching her some silly tricks. So she does high fives and Kissy gets me a lovely sloppy face lick. In return for all my training I have ended up with a dog who spends all day with my partner but when I get home she charges around the house barking and when I sit down she jumps on my knee (all 31kg of her) and provides me with a well washed face. Kissing to Sheba is something she has priority over if Gary kisses me (or visa versa) she barks and grabs hold of his sleeve with her teeth to drag him off.
As a dog lover, I’m right there with you, Jill! There is no right or wrong answer on Story Weekend!
I absolutely adore kissing. I am a big movie fan (have written several reviews) and I wanted to point out the most romantic kiss ever known to man (me) in a movie. That movie is “Somewhere in Time” (starring Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour).
Watch it. 🙂