I dig the honesty of this story:


“ my first kiss was the then “scariest shit of my life” lol. ….well i was fifteen years old…im a late bloomer dont mock me, and a senior.. 

continued….lol who i just thought was the coolest shit ever had been talking to me for a few days…it was about a week before the school year ended and i was in english, ( u  know all those last days r usually a free for all) so i left to go to the library n he came with me ( he was a cool senior who did anything he wanted) and he walked me, the library was kinda towards the back of the school, alone and everyone was in class, …so after i turned in my book, he pulls my hand back and leans me against the library wall and says ” arent you gonna kiss me?” lol my heart was POUNDING  and i acted like such a baby, lol i didnt say anything so he kissed me. i didnt know what to do, so afterwards i was like, soooo…about those library books lol. …n that was that…it tasted..salty, lol and his lips werent like what id imagined…and he was taller than i, so it wasnt like i the movies with the hands on the face and tilt to the side blah blah. lol i wish…oh how i wish it wouldve been like that..”