My First Kiss Was a Bit Embarrassing: It Went Something Like This!
My first kiss was a bit embarrassing, to say the least. It was a moment that I had been anticipating for a long time, and yet, when it finally happened, it was nothing like what I had imagined.
I was in high school at the time, and I had been dating my boyfriend for a few months. We had been talking about kissing for a while, and I was excited to finally experience it for myself. We had planned to meet up after school one day and go for a walk in the park. I remember feeling nervous and excited all at the same time.
As we walked through the park, I could feel my heart racing. I knew that the moment was coming, and I was both excited and terrified. Finally, we stopped by a bench, and my boyfriend turned to me and said, “I think it’s time for our first kiss.”
I nodded, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. I had never kissed anyone before, and I had no idea what to expect. My boyfriend leaned in, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment to happen.
But then something strange happened. As he leaned in, I suddenly sneezed. It was a loud, obnoxious sneeze that echoed through the park. I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend looking at me in surprise.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling mortified. “I don’t know what happened.”
My boyfriend laughed and said, “It’s okay. Let’s try again.”
So we leaned in again, and this time, I was determined not to sneeze. But as our lips met, I suddenly realized that I had no idea what I was doing. I had never kissed anyone before, and I had no idea how to move my lips or where to put my hands.
I must have looked like a fish out of water, because my boyfriend pulled away and said, “You’re doing great. Just relax.”
But I couldn’t relax. I was too nervous and too embarrassed. I felt like I was doing everything wrong, and I was sure that my boyfriend was regretting ever kissing me in the first place.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we pulled away from each other. My boyfriend smiled at me and said, “That was nice.”
But I knew that it wasn’t. It was awkward and embarrassing, and I felt like I had let him down. I wanted to be a good kisser, but I had no idea how to do it.
Over the next few weeks, my boyfriend and I practiced kissing whenever we could. We would steal kisses in the hallway between classes or in the back of the movie theater. Slowly but surely, I started to get the hang of it. I learned how to move my lips and where to put my hands. I learned how to relax and enjoy the moment.
Looking back on that first kiss, I can’t help but laugh. It was such an awkward and embarrassing moment, but it was also the start of something wonderful. My boyfriend and I went on to have many more kisses, and each one was better than the last.
Now, years later, I can confidently say that I am a good kisser. But I will never forget that first kiss and the sneeze that ruined it. It’s a memory that will always make me smile and remind me of how far I’ve come.