Part 2.
Lance:
Junior year of high school was a big party year. Kristen’s parents left every weekend without fail, so we had a party every weekend, without fail. Somehow it was the easiest thing in the world for a house full of 16 year olds to get alcohol, so we did. (Although at that time I believe my friends and I were drinking Boone’s Farm, a very cheap wine) We would get tipsy and giggly, but usually nothing more.
The problem with our parties was that it was always the same people. My friends and I making up the girls, and Kristen’s brother and his friends making up the guys. So, there was usually nothing “sexual” on our minds. Every once in a while somebody would bring an extra friend, or old family friends from out of town would drop in, and that was the case on the night of my first kiss.
Oddly enough, our party was taking place at Jesse and Mike’s house. We were sitting around the table watching the guys play cards when a group of guys I didn’t know walked in. My eyes immediately went to a big bald guy who I later found was named Lance. I flirted as shamelessly as I knew how, and we all know that most guys don’t turn down drunk 16 year old girls. Especially since that was my hotness prime. It’s all been downhill from there. I was hugging him and telling him he was hot, and asking to see his tattoos. Anything I could to secure the attention for myself. I was new to this game, but I did not want to lose.
In those days, the competition for any of us was Kristen. She was the small blonde one, and she was how we even knew any of the guys. So of course, as I was sitting almost on top of Lance on one side, Kristen was fighting for her own space on the other. We were both cute, but complete opposites; this one was going to be the luck of the draw. Completely up to his preferences.
Somebody had the idea to go back to Kristen’s house with a select few to continue the party there. I made sure not to call “shotgun” so I ended up in the backseat with Lance. I don’t remember much from the car ride to the kiss. I do remember being on the couch in the basement and having him just go in for the kill. His breath was bad and he had spit in the corners of his mouth. He had a tongue ring but did not know how to use it to his benefit. I didn’t care about any of it. I was making out! We made out on the downstairs couch, on the upstairs couch, in Kristen’s parents’ bed, standing up in the hallway, and even on the porch outside. I was on a roll and there was no end in sight.
The first kiss is not much of a story, nor did one result from it. It was just the ice breaker, and boy did I need one! Once I got started, there was no stopping me. In fact, I had my second kiss later that night. Unfortunately, there is a story resulting from this one. We’ll put it in my “what not to do” file.
Junior year of high school was a big party year. Kristen’s parents left every weekend without fail, so we had a party every weekend, without fail. Somehow it was the easiest thing in the world for a house full of 16 year olds to get alcohol, so we did. (Although at that time I believe my friends and I were drinking Boone’s Farm, a very cheap wine) We would get tipsy and giggly, but usually nothing more.
The problem with our parties was that it was always the same people. My friends and I making up the girls, and Kristen’s brother and his friends making up the guys. So, there was usually nothing “sexual” on our minds. Every once in a while somebody would bring an extra friend, or old family friends from out of town would drop in, and that was the case on the night of my first kiss.
Oddly enough, our party was taking place at Jesse and Mike’s house. We were sitting around the table watching the guys play cards when a group of guys I didn’t know walked in. My eyes immediately went to a big bald guy who I later found was named Lance. I flirted as shamelessly as I knew how, and we all know that most guys don’t turn down drunk 16 year old girls. Especially since that was my hotness prime. It’s all been downhill from there. I was hugging him and telling him he was hot, and asking to see his tattoos. Anything I could to secure the attention for myself. I was new to this game, but I did not want to lose.
In those days, the competition for any of us was Kristen. She was the small blonde one, and she was how we even knew any of the guys. So of course, as I was sitting almost on top of Lance on one side, Kristen was fighting for her own space on the other. We were both cute, but complete opposites; this one was going to be the luck of the draw. Completely up to his preferences.
Somebody had the idea to go back to Kristen’s house with a select few to continue the party there. I made sure not to call “shotgun” so I ended up in the backseat with Lance. I don’t remember much from the car ride to the kiss. I do remember being on the couch in the basement and having him just go in for the kill. His breath was bad and he had spit in the corners of his mouth. He had a tongue ring but did not know how to use it to his benefit. I didn’t care about any of it. I was making out! We made out on the downstairs couch, on the upstairs couch, in Kristen’s parents’ bed, standing up in the hallway, and even on the porch outside. I was on a roll and there was no end in sight.
The first kiss is not much of a story, nor did one result from it. It was just the ice breaker, and boy did I need one! Once I got started, there was no stopping me. In fact, I had my second kiss later that night. Unfortunately, there is a story resulting from this one. We’ll put it in my “what not to do” file.