First Kiss

First Kiss
By Donald Jones
Sometimes memories come to me at night when I am alone with my thoughts. Some of those past moments of childhood bring warm pleasant feelings that have been buried and long forgotten. Rachel was one of those warm memories. She had a head full of long black curly hair and a beautiful smile that made her green eyes gleam with delight, that would give me butterflies in my stomach, when she look at me. The first time we meet her parents and mine were visiting. She wore a white dress that had frills on her short sleeves and on the bottom of her dress.

We children were left to our on merry making, as we played, just out in the yard and on the porch. Rachel and some of her friends were going to play house and I had been elected to play the father. Now being a mature 7 year old boy I felt I was up to the job. Rachel, my six year old bride, would be cooking in the kitchen, which she had made for her self on the side porch. The father was to be coming home from work. After parking my pretend car I walked into the kitchen, just as I had seen my father do so many times at home. Walking up behind Rachel I announced that I was home. Then comes the ceremonial kiss on the check. As Rachel turned to greet me as my new found wife. She fell into my arms and kissed me full in the mouth in a way I had never expected. Being stunned, is about as good a word to use for this moment in time. I remember it took only seconds for me to get the drift of this game. I returned the kiss in kind and we both found ourselves in a full embrace that neither one of us wanted to stop. I was not sure what was happening but I knew I liked it. I was smitten by my first romance.

Every time we would go over to the Greens I was always excited to see Rachel and she felt likewise. We made sure we would play house every moment we had together. This was one of those times I was glade my older brother did not want to play such a sissy game, nor did I mined the pokes at me about playing house. I knew something about playing house he had missed out on. He would go out and play with the other boys but Rachel and I had our own game we were playing. Alas, dad would end his tour of duty and we would move and return back home to Tennessee after about a year later, but I never forgot those beautiful green eyes and sweet lips of Rachel. I never questioned the fact that Rachel kissed me first nor how she knew how to kiss so well. She may have had lots of practice at first grade or she just watched her mom and dad but few women in my life have ever come up to the standard that she set for me so long ago. That was how I came to get my first kiss.

Story ID:	2223
Written by:	Donald L. Jones (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Family Memories
Writers Conference:	$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:	U.S. Naval Station Guantanamo Bay Cuba
Year:	1951
Person:	Donald Jones