That wonderful first kiss
The clouds swooped in like falling sky. Large, black, billowing puffs of smoke that resembled used, dirty cotton balls. They were thick with storm and cast a large shadow over the entire play ground, where a few of my friends and I were playing. We were all roughly fourteen years of age. A bit to old to be swinging on swing sets and climbing on jungle gyms, but we had come here mostly to hang out with one another. To talk and joke, and have a good time. I came particularly for one person, Jodi Kelly. She was the girl I had been in love with since the beginning of the school year, which had been a little more than eight months ago. School was set to end in a few days with summer break about to begin. We were all meeting at the playground to say goodbye so to speak, as many of us were going off to summer camp or vacations out of State.
The rain came upon us suddenly, with loud explosions of thunder followed by bright flashes of lightening causing us to take shelter where ever we could find it. I could tell Jodi was nervous, so I grabbed her soft gentle hand and led her inside the tube of a covered slide. We hide inside the tight cylinder, snuggling close to one another. I could feel the pounding of her heart as she lay there, anxious about the lightening. She smiled when I placed my hand on her cheek trying to comfort her, and I could tell that she slowly began to relax. I was staring at her in her beautiful green eyes, which seemed to sparkle each time the lightening flashed. They were the most radiant things I had ever seen and I was hoping this storm would last forever. I leaned my head forward in hopes of tasting her pouty red lips, which I could smell the wonderful aroma of strawberry bubble gum upon. She didn't chew, but rather nibbled at it, like a lady not desiring to give the appearance of a cow chewing cud. She turned her head away quickly when I leaned in and a sudden burst of rejection filed my heart, like how the injection of a speedy drug fills the veins. She lowered her head, and I could tell she was searching for the right words to say. “I'm sorry Billy.” She apologized, “It's just, Ive never kissed a boy before.”
I looked up, once again inspired with the confidence of a teenage boy. I knew then she wasn't rejecting me but rather sharing with me her fears. “Its okay.” I said, grabbing her hand and holding it to my mouth, “we don't have to do that, we have all summer to get to know one another.” She nodded in comforted agreement, relaxing a bit, realizing that I wasn't the type of boy her mother warned her about. I leaned my head back against the cold plastic slide. Touching it sent a chill up my spine, but I closed my eyes and imagined the coming summer. While most of my friends would be away, Jodi and I would be left to spend as much time together as we wanted. She only lived two blocks behind me, and with the short cuts I knew I could be at her house within three minutes. I was aware of that fact because I had timed it several times before. Once, in the middle of the night I snuck out of my house and walked the two blocks. When I got there I stood just outside her window. Her room faced the road, and I sat down behind a large oak tree in her front yard, imagining her pretty face as she slept. Just realizing how close I was to my sleeping beauty made me feel impervious to the dark night around me. She had no knowledge of that of course, and when she gazed at me lying in that covered slide, I could see the innocence in her eyes, as my one time fantasy had now become a reality.
Soon the rain passed us by. A short spring shower that often pops up during these months. Liquid sunshine as the older people referred to it. I was saddened when it ended, not wanting the moment to ever pass. If I could have stayed in one place for the rest of my life, it would have been there, under that slide, listening to the rain and the pounding of the thunder, holding Jodi's soft hand and rubbing my fingers through her straight brown hair. She looked up at me when the last of the rain drops seemed to fall, making faint tapping sounds on the plastic. I knew she was thinking it also. Thinking if she could pause this moment forever, she would do so. We didn't move, but rather continued lying there, staring into one another's eyes. I could see my own reflection in her glass like pupils. I was smiling, and then realized that I looked like a smitten little puppy.
We heard the whispers of our other friends who seemed to come alive from their hiding places. They were looking around for those of us who were still hiding. It sort of became a game. Jodi and I remained where we were, the tunnel tight enough to shield our bodies from the others line of site. Rain drops still fell from the slides opening and we watched it not saying a word, giggling into our hands, as our friends passed us by. After a few moments Jodi looked directly in my eyes. I could tell what she was thinking, she wanted this moment to be that moment. She leaned in towards me, her head somewhat tilted, her eyes completely closed. Her slightly opened red lips touched mine sending a sensation up my spine that I had never felt before. I kissed her back, as our awkward lips rubbed upon each other the way we had seen others do it on TV. It was the most amazing feeling one could ever imagine, and I thought it would go on forever. However, as soon as it had started it came to a crashing end. “Ewe!” I heard a snot nose voice cry out. Our lips quickly unlatched. We looked back through the opening in the tube, and there squatted Beverly Billingsworth. She giggled into her hands then pointed us out to the others. We tried our best to get out of the tube before they all caught site of us, but it was to late. We pulled ourselves out and the girls began singing the kissing song. Soon, our once pale cheeks were burning red with fiery embarrassment. My buddies were smiling, and nodding their heads. Her friends were giggling, and whispering into her ear. I knew then that everyone in school would know what had happened by first period tomorrow and that the last day of school would be one of embarrassing pointing.
As I walked home that evening however, all I could think about was that kiss. It had been my very first one. As I walked, skipping over cracks in the asphalt, jumping from one side of the yellow line to the other, I was hoping that every kiss here after would be with Jodi Kelly.