I remember . . .
. . . the first time I kissed a guy at Faire. I was sixteen, it was my first Faire, and I was a performer. Part of a guild called The Shadow Kindred. We were supposed to be evil, and I was just a wench in our encampment. Another girl, Nikki, a friend of mine from high school, was playing an dark elven bounty hunter. She was wearing a black cat suit and thigh-high boots. I was wearing olive green and rusty brown. I wasn't having much fun. She was going out into the crowds, culling likely lads from the herd and lightly binding their wrists, dragging them back to our encampment and staking them in the yard. She would muss them up a bit, make them think they were going to get kissed, them sell them back to their friends for a dollar or so. She had done this maybe three or four times already when she found Matt.
Matt stuck out in the crowd because he had no shirt on, and the body his shirt wasn't covering was slender and strong. He had long, blonde hair and a surfer-boy smile. The elven bounty hunter was drawn to him like a bee to honey. Next thing we knew, she had him tied in front of our encampment, and it was clear she had found one she really liked. He was affable about the whole thing, clearly amused and not the least be averse to being kissed by a girl in a black body stocking. While Nikki had merely teased the others, this one she really kissed, although only lightly. Soon he was being towed around the Faire, still ostensibly a prisoner, but really talking to us both. My friend was trying hard to make a good impression, hitting him with every ounce of her not inconsiderable charisma. I was not even trying to compete, knowing this particular stake had already been claimed . . . She kissed him a few more times, playfully, as we walked. As we all talked, we eventually found out that he was twenty-four, older than I had thought. Nikki was undeterred. Eventually we found ourselves far from our encampment, near the participants' entrance. Someone came rushing through the gate and said that a car in the participants' parking lot was on fire. Nikki's car was parked in that same lot. Without a word, she handed Matt's leash to me and ran.
He and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. I tried a little conversation, but it faltered and we just fell silent. I turned away from him and took a step toward the parking lot, trying to see if I could tell what was going on. Then I heard him say, "Hey," softly, and I turned my head. He kissed me, very gently. I was a little startled, but that soon melted away. His lips were very soft, and he tasted faintly of cloves. We kissed tentatively for about a minute, then he pulled away, and I saw Nikki coming toward us. I thought she must have seen the kiss, but if she had, she gave no sign. She took Matt's leash back, and the three of us continued on as though nothing had happened. Her car, as it turned out, was fine, nowhere near the one that burned. Later that month, Matt was Nikki's date to the Homecoming Dance. They dated for a few more weeks, then broke up. When Nikki burned a guy, he was BURNT. I never heard anything about him again.
Still, I remember that it was a very nice kiss.
Matt stuck out in the crowd because he had no shirt on, and the body his shirt wasn't covering was slender and strong. He had long, blonde hair and a surfer-boy smile. The elven bounty hunter was drawn to him like a bee to honey. Next thing we knew, she had him tied in front of our encampment, and it was clear she had found one she really liked. He was affable about the whole thing, clearly amused and not the least be averse to being kissed by a girl in a black body stocking. While Nikki had merely teased the others, this one she really kissed, although only lightly. Soon he was being towed around the Faire, still ostensibly a prisoner, but really talking to us both. My friend was trying hard to make a good impression, hitting him with every ounce of her not inconsiderable charisma. I was not even trying to compete, knowing this particular stake had already been claimed . . . She kissed him a few more times, playfully, as we walked. As we all talked, we eventually found out that he was twenty-four, older than I had thought. Nikki was undeterred. Eventually we found ourselves far from our encampment, near the participants' entrance. Someone came rushing through the gate and said that a car in the participants' parking lot was on fire. Nikki's car was parked in that same lot. Without a word, she handed Matt's leash to me and ran.
He and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. I tried a little conversation, but it faltered and we just fell silent. I turned away from him and took a step toward the parking lot, trying to see if I could tell what was going on. Then I heard him say, "Hey," softly, and I turned my head. He kissed me, very gently. I was a little startled, but that soon melted away. His lips were very soft, and he tasted faintly of cloves. We kissed tentatively for about a minute, then he pulled away, and I saw Nikki coming toward us. I thought she must have seen the kiss, but if she had, she gave no sign. She took Matt's leash back, and the three of us continued on as though nothing had happened. Her car, as it turned out, was fine, nowhere near the one that burned. Later that month, Matt was Nikki's date to the Homecoming Dance. They dated for a few more weeks, then broke up. When Nikki burned a guy, he was BURNT. I never heard anything about him again.
Still, I remember that it was a very nice kiss.