First Kiss

First Kiss

A Story by Tom Friel

  I remember the summer was hot, hot as hell. But I had
ball to play and Kool-Aid to drink.   What more could a
guy want?  Surely not some dumb nut-brain girl that never
shut her mouth. 
  She was always chewing gum, Bazooka Joe was her favorite.  It use to be mine before I got a taste of hers.  She had this irritating habit of repeating what I said, actually just the last word for some odd reason.
She was such a twit.

 

“Twit twit twit twit little birdy twit twit!”

 

  I think she got dropped on her head at young age
or something.  She was younger than me by a good
two years.  So why did I fall for this wide-eyed nutcase
even after she poisoned my Kool-Aid.  She would never admit to it but I knew it was her.  One day during a sweaty game of basketball I went for
my Kool-Aid and there at the bottom of my glass
was Bazooka Joe, her Bazooka Joe.

 

“Joe Joe Joe Joe everyone loves Joe Joe!”

 

  Things only got worse. Somehow she tricked me
into kissing her. My first kiss, with a nut ball no less.
I don’t think she even took the gum out of her mouth.
Geez, she could have at least closed her eyes.  I suppose I could have closed mine too.  I didn't even money off
this early deal gone bad. I have no rational explanation for why I did it. I think it was then I started to realize
the mind snatching abilities of girls. 

 

  Yep, even today, thirty years later, she can still drive me nuts.

 

“Nuts nuts nuts nuts come and get
your nuts nuts!”

© 2008 Tom Friel


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This is a very interesting tale, and it's very well written.
Made me smile and reflect about all the crazy girls I used to know in my teen years.
Thanks for sharing this one with us.

YF

Posted 16 Years Ago



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