Asked by Anonymous
26. Story of my first kiss.
It was a week or two before Christmas and I was hanging out with this guy that I had liked for the past 4 years. And we went to a nice park in our neighborhood and he took me down one of the horse trails to this really pretty shaded area with a little picnic bench and we just hung out there and talked for a few hours. And then he kissed me and I kinda freaked out a little bit. But then I calmed down. And we kissed a few more times.
And then the next day at school, he denied it ever happened and told all my friends that I was lying to them.