Wet, that's how. A first kiss should be sloppy and wet and awful, but hey, it's your first kiss, and you won't know it's any of those things until much later when you have kisses that aren't like that at all. For now, you think it's pretty cool that your lips are touching someone else's and they didn't seem to mind too much. It should be sweet and innocent but desperate because maybe you're fourteen years old and you're just sure your life is going to end at any minute. You have to live now, now before it's too late, now before you're old and have lots of responsibilities but no fun. Everything you do is an act of intensity, because you're still young, and things can still qualify as being the best thing ever. And you think this is passionate, when in fact it's just an overabundance of saliva.
And it has to start this way, this bumbling and messy way, because this is the only time you can kiss like a Saint Bernard and think it's pleasure. Later, you'll have plenty of time for the kinds of polished kisses that are given by the experienced to the experienced, maybe the sexy kind where you nibble on the lip a little. You have years of kissing ahead of you, years of actual passion without the drool, but it's best you start here.
Right here.
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