First Kiss by Nikki Jefford
In the Spirit of Valentine’s (day after – whatever), I’m going to share the story of my first kiss… at not-so-sweet 21.
You read correctly. Wine touched these lips before a boy’s mouth did. Believe me, I wanted to. I was ready at 6.
I wish I could say no opportunities presented themselves, but, in fact, there were two perfect moments with two guys I really liked that ended in:
1) Me slamming the door on one’s face and bloodying his lip
2) Me punching a guy in the gut when he leaned in for the kiss
So moving past my intimacy and trust issues caused by a psycho step-dad, I finally met the man who would claim my lips for himself.
Our waiter one afternoon, 27-year-old Todd, was Hollywood hot.
Between settings, clearings, and veggie pizza we talked and joked. My mom embarrassed me by saying I wanted his number, but in the end he sent a waitress out to share his digits, which were hastily scrawled across my paper placemat. I called and we arranged a date.
This guy was gorgeous. Never mind that he was six years older and lived in a trailer park. He looked like a Greek God dressed all in white ready to ride out across the savannah on a safari.
On date three we went to Anchorage’s most popular pizza joint, the Moose’s Tooth, and drank a lot of brew. Todd had the idea of going for an evening hike on the hillside. During the drive, I confessed that I’d never been kissed, which floored him. He kept talking about the pressure it put on him, which indicated to me that – FINALLY – I was going to be kissed.
I wish everyone’s first kiss could be like this. We hiked up a deserted rode on the hillside. The sky had turned this romantic shade of gray, like a backdrop before a monumental thunderstorm. We walked across the mountains, the city a distant shimmer of light below. Todd had my hand in his and then he swung me around, gathered me in his arms and kissed me deeply. A long unhurried kiss that lasted ages. He kissed me two more times before we headed down and he drove me home. I stayed up all night reliving each kiss.
But here I must end on a total cliché. Todd started acting funny on the phone after this. He worried what my mom would think about him “taking advantage of her daughter.” (It was a kiss for freak’s sake!) I finally wrangled another date out of him only to be stood up. To this day I don’t know what happened. (And yes, I entertained the idea that he was unconscious in a hospital somewhere.)
It’s not like I slammed a door on him or punched him. Though lucky for me, I left for France a couple months later and met the real love of my life, Sébastien – and let’s face it: 1) The name Sébastien so trumps Todd and 2) Find me a better smoocher than a Frenchman – I mean, they have a kiss named after them!
Nikki Jefford’s novella Spellbound appears in the anthology Death By Chocolate, released this week. She is a third generation Alaskan: land of polar bears and puffins, but NOT PENGUINS! (Those guys live in the South Pole!)
She blogs at: http://www.nikkijefford.blogspot.com/
A Resurrection Spell Gone Wrong
Two months after dying, Graylee Perez wakes up in her identical twin sister, Charlene’s body.
As the daughter of a witch, can anyone blame her mother for attempting to bring her back to life? Only now Gray’s stuck sharing her sister’s body 50/50 in 24 hour shifts.
The race is on for Gray to find a way back inside her body before Charlene purges her from existence.
Warlock Raj McKenna is rumored to meddle in the black arts, not to mention he’s after Gray’s invisibility spell and worse – her heart. But Raj might be the only one powerful enough to save Gray from fading away forever.
Death by Chocolate. The paranormal young adult anthology. Authors Suz Korb, Cheryl Carvajal, Nikki Jefford, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Kira Saito & Lucy Swing bring you romantic, adventurous stories, each with a cocoa twist.
Visit the Death by Chocolate Blog http://dbcanthology.blogspot.com/