Threesome Memoirs – My First Kiss

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When she arrived at our house, we talked for little bit in the kitchen. I don’t remember what exactly we talked about because I was too busy thinking about the possibility of kissing her for the first time. Kissing any female for the first time for that matter.  We felt out the evening and I knew that tonight was the night I would get my first female kiss.  I asked her if it was all right to get a picture of my big moment.  “Yea, let’s do it!” she answered.   I brought out two pairs of sunglasses for us to use, excited and eager for the moment.  We sat at the edge of the bed and laughed at the thought of the pre-plannedness of it all. We started by posing for a few Facebook type pictures: friendly and nothing I would be ashamed in showing my friends and family.  She then proceeded to get more comfortable by putting her legs across my thighs and posing that way. I put my hand on her calves and tried not to reveal my giddiness as I touched her.  “You smell really good? What do you have on?” I gave her the name of the lotion. Yes, I did put a little on my neck. I remembered all the little hot spots Cosmo taught me about when I was in high school and how just a drop or two of perfumed oil can sizzle under these areas.

“Oh, God, I’m nervous!” I told her and Ryan.

I admit, everything was very methodical and planned, which in a way, took some of the nervousness out of it. She was very patient and comforting.  She knew I was nervous and decided to approach me in a playful way.  She started by saying, “Let’s play patty cake!” Admittedly, I thought this was code for something.  What exactly, I had no idea.  I waited for her to to initiate this “patty cake” game, as she called it.  She sat Indian style on the bed and held her hands out in front of her.  I mirrored the motions, but before I realized that this was indeed the hand clapping game that young children played, I had already looked like a goof.  Fortunately, she forgot the order of the hand claps herself and said, “I have a better idea…do you know how to play ‘Slide’?” Slide? I thought. That’s my specialty!  She took her rings off, none of them a wedding ring, I might add.  I kept my ring on, but turned my diamond sideways so I didn’t hurt her.  Another hand clapping game I grew up playing, it begins by the two players holding their hands out, touching palm to back of hand, and sliding them back to themselves. The game gets progressively faster as you increase the number of times you “slide.”  We got up to round five before stopping and laughing.  It certainly broke the tension for a while, but if her goal was to get me into the perfect kissing position, she succeeded without me even realizing it until just now as I write this.

We laughed a little bit more.  “I played this game in San Diego; I had no idea it made it to the east coast.”

But she seemed to ignore what I said as she took my hand. “Oh, my gosh your hands are so soft.”

Are they? I thought. Well, I’ve never had to do any manual labor-type jobs.  She continued to touch the palms of my hand, running her fingers up and down with hers as if she was painting.  I smiled at the thought of wondering what she was going to do next.

I was scared to see if Ryan was near or to see if he was watching.  I knew my nervousness would show, but it was exciting to me knowing he was there with me.  I sensed he was in the vicinity and awaiting our every move.

“Ok, V. Are you ready?”  I nodded, trying to stifle a grin. She pointed to her left.  “Here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to turn this way and you go that way.”  Why was I so nervous?  The act of kissing is nothing new to me.  I’ve done it a million times before and I’ve done it a million times since that day.

I inhaled and exhaled like I were preparing to give a speech. “Ok…ok,” I said.   She leaned in slightly and I met her halfway.  I don’t think I closed my eyes.  It’s as if I forgot how to kiss and was doing it for the first time. I felt for her lips, so small and smooth and nothing at all like kissing Ryan.  There was no scruffy facial hair.  For years I’ve felt his thick lips (probably the main thing I’ve complimented him on) – I’ve sucked on them, licked them, nibbled them.  But hers were thin and nothing like his.  Not better or worse, it was just a completely different texture.

I heard a few clicks across the room as Ryan captured my first kiss on camera.  I was hoping he’d get at least one usable photo.

“How was it?” she asked.

I couldn’t stop smiling knowing that I’d just kissed a woman.  But the smile was also because Ryan was in the room sharing it with me, I didn’t have to explain what happened, he took pictures that we could look at, and there was no mystery as to if I liked it, was I nervous – the whole experience was there for the both of us to relish. We all looked at the pictures together and let her know that she could delete any picture she felt was too revealing or didn’t look good. She was pretty open about them and didn’t ask to delete anything. It seemed the whole situation was a positive experience for all of us.

What I liked most about it was experiencing the feeling of female lips and finally knowing what it’s like for Ryan to kiss me. He always tells me, “Your lips are so soft,” and I always respond with, “Your lips are just as soft.”  But to FEEL what he feels and finally understand what he means is priceless.  Is this experience enough? No, probably not. Women have a soft feel to them that compliment their body language and the way they respond to sexual stimulation. Do I want to experience it again? For sure.  I think we’ve opened a door that can lead to many positive experiences with women, a door that we’ve walked through together as a couple yearning for new experiences together.