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This should not be so difficult to achieve.
Pat was cuter, but he preferred Deed. Steven wasn’t too bad, so I rolled with it. Actually Steven was better than okay, since we later found out Pat continued dating his ex-girlfriend while dating Deed, and many, many years later, we read in the local paper that he turned out to be a bigamist.
Pat and Steve walked us to Bochi’s house (maternal grandmother) and detoured through Margaret Murphy’s schoolyard. We made small talk and traded jokes while swinging on the swings and balancing on the teeter-totter. Our laughter slowly died down, we paired off, and drifted to handy shadows against the school.
Steven softly kissed me; it was nothing like un-charming Brian. This was what I’d been waiting for and missing out on.
He kissed my cheek; nice. He kissed my right eyelid; weird, but still nice. He breathed hot breath on my ear; almost too nice.
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“Come to me, my lovely”
Stiffening, I wrinkled my nose and tolerated his slobber. He worked my ear like a cow on a salt block. The spell was broken.
He turned his head with his ear pressed next to my mouth. I huffed on it a few times. He pushed his ear tighter against my lips. No way, José.
I pushed away and called out, “Gee, it’s getting kind of late. Hey Deed, we better get going.”
Deedee and Pat emerged from their shadow and the four of us continued the half block to Bochi’s. I used my sweater cuff to wipe my soggy ear.
Pat made plans to meet Deed the following afternoon and Steve and I got included.
I resolved to keep my ears dry.
Lesson to be learned: Figure out why the heck guys can’t keep their tongues under wraps.
Now it’s your turn: Did anything like this happen to you?
Related posts: Chapter Fifteen: Prince Un-Charming; Chapter Fourteen: Kiss Me, You Fool; Death Bells Ring
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Oh, yes, Billy again. On leave from Army, not the tongue in the ear, but the smoke in the mouth. Eewe, I didn’t smoke, he did, he enjoyed it so much he decided to share and proceeded to take a puff and held me tight and exhaled it while he kissed me.
OMG, Kay, that would choke a person and start a big coughing fit!
Oh my gosh! That was an awful experience for you! Full body shudder over that bad kisser!
Yes, VG, not good at all. But I did get my ear cleaned out, ha ha!
Oh, lots of things, though most are not suitable for a nice family blog. My most vivid memory was of a girl I really liked, whose mouth prepared itself for a kiss by opening (or gaping, possibly) like a hippo. Suction, or any degree of togetherness was impossible, Then came the tongue (oh, and she liked licking – everywhere and a lot). It wasn’t a long relationship…
Fred, I hope she didn’t clean your ears, ha ha! How come kissing technique comes so easily to some and so awkwardly to others?
I must have been bold in high school because if a guy did something I didn’t like, I’d tell him to cut it out. Tongue in the ear, no way!
Glynis, I think my problem was I didn’t really know what was supposed to be normal. But if brain licking was normal I didn’t want any part of it.
I’m glad you were able to stick up for yourself.
Wow, you attracted guys who loved using their tongues! I love the “cow at the salt block” analogy, perfectly gross. Can I narrate this as a follow up to the first one? Its up on my podcast site, http://kriskkaria.podbean.com/.
Thanks, Kris. Yes, I love your pod casts. I love all your posts!
Thanks so much for the kind words, I appreciate it!
the podcast is up! http://kriskkaria.podbean.com/. thanks for the fun stories!
Kris, I love listening to your renditions of my stories. They seem so new and different.
Thank you! I loved all your “kissing” stories, you had quite the kissing adventure.
I wonder where boys learn these things and who told them that was the thing to start it all?! LOL! ~Elle
Elle, I can’t say too much. I wasn’t the swiftest teenager on the block either. But who the heck in their right mind would WANT to be the one doing the ear thing, let alone being the on the receiving end?
LOL!
This made me laugh Skinny and I sure needed one 🙂
Thanks, Susannah. I’ll let you know if I ever get around to writing the sequel to this. It’ll leave you shaking your head.
Okay…let me know 🙂