My First Kiss

Francine and I, both fourteen, stood  facing each other, just introduced at her party. "Shy, fourteen and never been kissed," I thought.

Francine was about my height. I couldn’t help noticing certain attributes, beguiling to a fourteen-year-old boy. She caught this, smiled, squeezed my hand, and said impulsively, "Do you like games?” I stammered, ”Uh...I..d..do!” ”Then, c’mon," she urged, "Let’s go upstairs and play." A few seconds later, as she was closing her bedroom door behind us, I asked,”Do you have Parcheeesus!!! She had suddenly spun me around, and our faces were inches apart. I could tell that wasn’t her first kiss.