My First Kiss

My first kiss was something I had always dreamed about, even when I was with Gemma. I often would drift off into a dream of the perfect kiss. One day I got that perfect kiss, just not with the perfect man!

When I was 17 on summer holidays, I was on a holiday down south in Melbourne, Australia with a friend of mine. To celebrate our welcome, our friend whom we were staying with threw a bit of a party and invited over someone who my friend and I were somewhat acquainted with online. We all had many drinks and were all chatting throughout the night. I had my suspicions that this acquaintance, Brett, was interested in me. As usual I shrugged it off as it was always a figment of my imagination whenever I thought a man was interested. Brett increasingly became more affectionate throughout the evening and my friend at one point suggested he was into me, but I waved at the idea modestly.
Once everyone had sobered up, our host had gone to bed and my friend was slowly drifting off to sleep himself. Brett said he was going outside for a smoke. I looked around at the dimly lit room, my friend curled up in a blanket and finally to the stars out the window. If I had any chance of getting my first kiss now would be the time. I crawled out of bed and followed Brett outside. I can't remember exactly what short conversation was exchanged. I didn't find myself particularly attracted to Brett, and I certainly wasn't a fan of smokers. I observed my surroundings. It was a cool summer night, the second, maybe third story of a block of flats looking out at the beautiful city lights on the nearby horizon of Melbourne at three or four in the morning... I looked at Brett, and he at me. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, "This is it!" I thought to myself - a moment I had waited most of my life for. The kiss itself was absolutely nothing special. All I could taste was cigerette and his tongue didn't feel right on mine, his mouth didn't open wide enough for my liking. He was very repetitive and was very dull at kissing. Within about 5 seconds (which felt like about 15 awful ones) his hand somehow slipped straight up my short shorts to try to touch me. I could not believe it! I was horrified and backed off immediately.
"I think I'll go back inside." I said with a nervous laugh and headed back indoors. Brett tried to convince me to stay in his bed with him but after that little display I very much wanted to just lay in my own bed with my friend. Much to my disgust, he kissed me goodnight. Almost shuddering, I down next to my friend on the sofa bed. Not only did I have my first kiss (or what I determined as my first kiss) but within seconds he had tried to cop a feel of my nether regions! I was disgusted and my already moderate opinion of him lowered. My friend rolled over to face me. Embarassingly, my friend had seen Brett kiss me goodnight.
"Did he make you touch his cock? Are you alright? Do you want me to kill him?" He whispered. I laughed and was glad I had a friend looking out for me.

Overall, I'd say my first kiss was the most perfect setting I could ask for, just a terrible person to have it with! The rest of my four day holiday was a nightmare because Brett refused to go home and followed my friend and I around until we left the state!

Little did I know my second kiss was soon to follow only a day or two later...


-Endrin-