When You Just Have To Kiss Her

During the summer between my freshman and sophomore year at college I kissed a girl. It wasn't my kiss, it was hers. But I kissed her back. It was a reaction, I wanted to kiss her. She put her hand on my chest, covering my boob and pressing hard. I felt myself get wet, then I was so wet I could smell myself. I kissed back harder and put my arm around her neck.

I was careless and one time when I met her at the mall I kissed her on the mouth, and held her hand. A friend of my mother's saw it all and reported back to her. My mother accused the other girl of perverting me and prohibited me seeing her. My grandmother told me to be careful, kissing girls weren't accepted, so be careful.

I wasn't given permission to go back to college that fall. I was presented to a series of marriage eligible males. One of them was going to start his residency, that's the one my mother wanted me to marry. We were married in a short engagement of three weeks, in the backyard by the pool. I left for Galveston where my husband did his residency at UTMB in family medicine. I changed my major and finished a degree in nursing.

After we returned to live in my hometown and my husband joined a family medicine practice, I ran into my freshman love interest. She was innocently sitting at an outside table in front of an Italian restaurant and I walked up behind her and covered her eyes and kissed her cheek. She was very upset at being caught off guard, she too had gotten married and had a two year old. But the kiss when we said we would meet again said it all.

My husband doesn't care if I see her, he doesn't care if we get feisty. Why should it bother him, two girls being girls who like each other. Her husband is in the dark, we see each other for extended benefits at my house. Sometimes its wild and it's hard to stop. Saying see you later is hard and we kiss away the minutes until she has to go.

I remember grandma, be careful, kissing girls aren't accepted.