THE STORY OF MY FirSt KiSs

**My First Kiss**

I have no idea whether or not I kissed him back. I was so surprised, I didn't know WHAT to do. It's not like I have a lot of experience with kisses, never having been kissed before. I think I just stood there, letting him kiss me, aware of the sound of traffic on the street and the feel of his lips, and the warmth coming from his body.
"I'm getting my first kiss." That's what kept going through my head the whole time. "I'm getting my first kiss."
I know when you get kissed, fireworks are supposed to go off, or something, inside your head. You're supposed to hear an angelic choir singing in your ears and little birds singing, like in cartoons when someone gets hit in the head with a frying pan. So I kept my eyes closed and tried really hard to see the fireworks and hear the choir and the birds.
And I saw them. And heard them. Boy, did I ever.
Finally, he drew back.
"Was that the wrong thing to do?" he asked, looking slightly embarrased.
"No," I said. It was hard to hear myself talk above all the singing.
"Then why didn't you do it back?" he whispered, his lips still brushing against mine.
"Um. Don't know," was all I managed to say. The little tweeting birds were very distracting.
"Baby, I'm having so much fun with you," he said, looking down at the ground. "I really like you".
"You do?" I was sure I hadn't heard him right, what with all the birds and the singing.
"Yeah. You're so beautiful," he said.
The choir burst into the "Hallelujah" chorus.
"So can I have a real kiss?" he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face.
"Um. I guess," I said slowly. And then I leaned in and kissed him. And it was real this time. The choir and the birds were singing away. Fireworks were exploding over our heads, and everything seemed perfect.
But see, that's the thing with fireworks.
They fade pretty quickly.