FIRST KISS
He was nervous, filled with that unique kind of apprehension that can only be felt by a fifteen-year-old boy on his first date with perfection. They arrived at the fair just as the sun was setting over the city. They wandered the grounds for what seemed like an eternity, laughing frequently and talking sporadically.
She was incredible; a beautiful picture of youthful perfection. He wanted this night to last forever. He would have been more than happy to ride this moment out for the remainder of his existence, languishing in the pure bliss that her presence instilled in him.
They went on the rides, rocketing around in the Gravitron, rattling around the lame rollercoaster, sweeping up and down in the zipper, and dashing through the cavernous emclosures of the two fun houses. Smiles nestled permanently on their faces, and while his was starting to feel numb and sore, he wouldn't lose that smile for the world.
They took a stomach-settling break for a moment from the rides and played some of the games. He spent more than he could afford, but finally he wins her a prize; a giant pink stuffed gorilla in sunglasses. She was thrilled and the look of pure joy on her face and celebratory shout of success as he finally won filled him with a fierce sense of pride and accomplishment.
He caught a glimpse of his watch and his heart sank. It was getting close to eleven which meant two things: curfew was quickly looming, and the fair would soon close for the night. It was a fleeting moment of dismay though as he feels her slender arm loop through his. She pulled him across the ragged, work grass and they step into the line up for the ferris wheel.
He had wanted to ride the ferris wheel all night, but his nerves had kept him from approaching the monolithic wheel. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights. It was something much different. Ever
since he asked her to go to the fair with him, even before she had said yes, he had imagined how this possible scenario could play out. The music rising all around, the slow rotation of the wheel, and the eventual kiss at the pinnacle beneath a sheet of shimmering stars.
He swallowed hard and wiped his hands on his jeans. He was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been. Finally, after a tormenting wait, they climbed into a car and lurched into motion, and rose slowly upwards into the night. They rose and decended, then slowly rose again. Just as they reached the pinnacle, the ferris wheel lurched to a stop.
A nervous laugh escaped unbidden, but before he could say anything to mask his nervousness, she leaned towards him, angled her head back ever-so-slightly, and planted her soft, moist lips onto his.
His whole being erupted. It was a moment of pure perfection, utterly and brilliantly perfect. It was his first moment of true love.
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