Morning Prompt…

Describe an account of an adolescent first kiss.


“Ahhh, you guys kissed!” Alex squealed.

Laura frowned. “More like, he assaulted my lips,” she corrected.

Alex rolled her eyes. “Whatever. As if you didn’t love every moment of it,” she countered.

Laura shrugged, but said nothing. If she were to be honest with herself, she did love every moment of it. Who doesn’t remember their first kiss for the rest of their lives?

She had panicked as the late bell rang that morning, slamming her locker shut as she hurried to second period class. Bending down to lift her messenger bag off the tiled hallway, she looked up to see a pair of bright, mischievous brown eyes staring at her at knee-level.

As fourteen-year-old boys go, Evan was certainly charming, not to mention extremely attractive. He was tall at 5’9″ and had nearly every girl in the year swooning over his dark  curls and perpetually appealing bad boy image. Laura remained mystified as to why had he chosen to pursue her, a self-proclaimed plain Jane, in recent weeks.

“Hey,” he said quietly. Before she had a chance to respond, Evan slipped his hand into hers and tugged her down the hall, towards a narrow space that served no purpose on the third floor other than being called the Sexscape–for obvious reasons.

As soon as he managed to drag her around the turn that led to Sexcape, Laura yanked herself free from her grip. Plain Jane aside, Laura was known as a confrontational girl.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “You’re making me miss my chem quiz!”

He wasted no time. Clapping his hand over her mouth, he glanced around furtively before removing it and pulling her body against his to melt into a long, deep, and admittedly aggressive first kiss.