My first kisses...

I have decided that I want to start my own blog challenge. So every now and again I will blog about something and challenge all of my readers (friends or not) to do one of their own about the same subject.
Today will be your first kiss.
There is a family of people that I used to hang out with a lot. Most of them are here on myspace now, including their mom. My first kiss, and my first real "makeout session" both took place within their home. The middle daughter, whom I shall refer to as "Blondie" was part of my group of friends and their mom was pretty cool, so we were always at their house. Blondie loved parties. The fancier the better. Her birthday was near Christmas time and she always had a huge party for all of her friends, that inevitably turned into a sleepover.
My very first kiss ever was at the first of her birthday parties. Her mom taught us this kissing game. A little strange I know, especially considering the came used a lit cigarette. I wonder sometimes, now that I am a mom, what she was thinking. But at least she was in the room with us, making sure nobody was smoking the cigarette. That's something I guess. Anyway you take a plastic cup and put a tissue across the top held on by a rubber band. You put a coin in the center of the tissue and proceed to burn holes in the tissue. Whoever drops the coin has to kiss someone. I was very good at this game and by the end there was only me and 1 guy who hadn't kissed anyone. They realized this and decided that we must kiss.
I was painfully shy as a kid and teen. I did not want my first kiss to be in front of a group of people I went to school with with a strange guy I had never net before while they were chanting Kiss Kiss Kiss at me. I walked out of the house and walked around for a few minutes. When I got back they were still trying their damndest to talk me into it. They guy and I went into one of the bedrooms in the house. We discussed it and decided they wouldn't leave us alone unless we did kiss. He was nearly as embarassed as I was. We kissed lightly, but then when we opened the door nobody believed that we did it so we kissed again. All in all not a great experience.
At this same party I met blondies boyfriend. I have always suffered from unavailable man syndrome, as anyone who knows the circumstances surrounding my courtship and marriage of my husband can tell you. Blondies boyfriend and his friend that was with him were both cowboys. Tight jeans, button down shirts, hats and boots, the whole nine. Goddam those were two friggen hotties. The night of the first kiss there was also a lot of dancing. I am very short and always have been. These boys were spinning me around Blondies hardwood floor like I was a top. I loved it and developed quite a crush on both of these boys. I didn't do anything about it though, because as I said I was painfully shy.
Exactly one year later Blondies party came around again. She had decided to break it off with her cowboy and wrote him a scathing letter to do it. She showed it to me that morning. She gave it to him when he got there. He was disappointed, but stuck around the party anyway. I was again twirled around the dance floor all evening, and when bedtime came everyone else went into Blondies room. I was very naive. I remember I was eating chips and salsa and he sat down and ate some with me and then he wandered around the house in search of chapstick. I had no clue what was about to happen.
We lay down on the L shaped couch with our heads facing each other. It started slowly, his fingers grazed my hand. I got butterflies in my stomach. I thought it might have been an accident. Then I felt it again. This time his fingers were gliding along my hand and up my arm. I get all smiley just remembering the feeling. Sheer joy. He touched my cheek, ever so lightly. tilted my head towards his. And then he kissed me. We kissed for what seemed like hours. Slowly he slid down and we were kissing everywhere (almost, I was new to this after all) Shoulders, arms, breasts, stomach.
When we were really into it at some point they all came out of Blondies room. We quickly pretended to be asleep. I don't think they believed we were asleep though since his head was between my boobs and mine was up against his bare chest. But we listened as they made fun of me. I don't even remember what was said, but I do remember it was not kind. After they went back to her room we continued. He assured me that he thought I was beautiful and nice and that he was having a really good time. Eventually he worked his way back up to my mouth. We fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, holding hands.
I stopped hanging out with those friends at that point. I realized that they didn't really like me, I was just the fat girl that made them look better in their own eyes. They had no respect for me as a person. Blondies sisters were always nice to me, but I discovered that she was not so nice to me behind my back. I have never spoken to Cowboy again after that. I realize now that he was probably using me to ease his own pain. I am ok with that. It is still one of my best memories, and the first time a guy ever made me feel beautiful and desireable.
Thank you Cowboy for being nice, and thank you Blondie for breaking up with him and giving me one of the best nights of my life.