Today I’m linking up with Kerri Sackville’s #MY FIRST….KISS
Oh wasted youth!
Although I lived in the Sutherland Shire (southern Sydney), my first kiss was sanitised compared to the cool surfie chicks from Puberty Blues. I was a late bloomer.
A girlfriend and neighbour from Jannali Girls’ High set me up with a mate of her boyfriend’s. I think I’d met the designated friend, a park ranger, once before. I remember being flattered that someone with a real job and enough testosterone to have a decent beard could be interested in me. In my very limited contact with facial hair, he looked more like a bush ranger than a park ranger.
There we were, the bush ranger and I in the back seat of her boyfriend’s striped Monaro, going at a speed that made me hang onto the ‘Jesus handles’ for dear life.
We were on our way to my first concert, Fleetwood Mac, at the Hordern Pavilion. If only I’d stayed sober enough to enjoy/remember it. My friends were all older than me, and definitely knew how to hold their alcohol.
I didn’t. The further we got into the concert, the less compus mentis I became, only just managing to navigate my way to the ladies and back at intermission.
It wasn’t the bush ranger’s fault. In another place and another time, I imagine the slow, slug-kissing approach could be quite titillating; but not with a spinning head.
I’ve never heard anyone else use the word ‘slug’ with first kisses, and I’m not about to start using it in my novels, (but I am tempted) 🙂
“He thrust her against his sluggos, his feelers all over her, his tongue moving in sluggish, rhythmic waves.”
I don’t think so!
Any other first kisses?