I was at Kevin's house working on homework, and before I left, he took me into his room. We had been dating for three months already, but had only hugged up until that point. We stared awkwardly at each other for a few seconds, until I closed the gap between us and planted my lips on his. His tongue felt weird in my mouth.
I was excited. I longed to tell someone about the experience... but I had no friends to tell. Kevin was my only friend, and I needed someone else to talk to.
I ended up talking to a complete stranger about my first kiss. It was totally uncharacteristic of me. I never tell people intimate details about my life until I get to know them better, but there I was. In the girls' locker room at high school... A couple of my classmates were sitting on a bench talking about guys and kissing. And I blurted out how my first kiss went.
And that was pretty much the entire extent of how much I talked to those girls.
Neither of them actually cared about my experience. I doubt either one remembers me at all. But I had no one else... And for once, the urge to talk to someone, anyone, was so overpowering that I didn't care that they were strangers to me.