When I was young, this game had somewhat of a cult following. We would discuss playing at a friend’s house or behind the school or anywhere we could be free to do and see crazy things without the benefit of adult supervision.

This day we had it at Amy's house. Amy lived on my street, and she was "older". In fact she was my first "girlfriend". I was in grade school and she was in junior high!

We all met in her basement, it was like a den of ill repute. It was somewhat dark, and I can still remember the musty basement smell in spite of it being a finished basement. There were 5 of us, 2 prepubescent boys and 3 older girls.

"Truth or Dare" was the question from one of the girls to the other?

"Truth," the girl said not wanting have to take a dare right off the bat.

"Have you ever French kissed a boy?" was the first question. This set the tone for the remainder of the game. I could feel my face begin to flush with heat as the embarrassment of the question silenced the room.

"Of course I have!" This response came without hesitation.

Suddenly before I could let the question sink in and compute, I was next in line.

"Truth or Dare?"

The question hit me in the pit of my stomach making me feel as though my spleen had somehow rocketed to my throat and would jump from my eye sockets. I took the opportunity to show my confidence.

"Dare," I managed, voice cracking, followed by the quick intake of air by one of the girls as she realized what I had said.

"Go into the closet and French kiss Amy” was the command.

Now why we had to go into the closet was beyond me, even now when I think back on it. Did doing this in the privacy of the closet make it any easier? First of all, at the age I was, I had no idea what French kissing was I was flushed before by just imagining a kiss. As far as I was concerned, I had to kiss with one eye closed and one eye open. Not wanting to show my friends my ignorance, I slowly stood, girls giggling and my friend's jaw resting comfortably on the floor and holding out my hand, I lead Amy into the closet, and slowly shut the door behind me. The furthest I had ever been with any girl at this point was holding hands, or shoving them down on the playground or punching them in the arm.

This would be a day to remember. Problem was, I could see absolutely nothing, it was pitch black in the closet, and I had trouble even locating Amy save for her voice. Not wanting to grope for fear of actually touching something, I was trying to muster the courage I needed to back out of the dare.

"Are you ready", she asked?

Before I could get my answer out, suddenly her lips were on mine. I think I lost consciousness for a moment because the next thing I knew, she had her tongue in my mouth, and both knees exploded as my legs turned to jell-o. It lasted for only a second, but the impact has lasted a lifetime. To this day, I am taken back to that closet whenever I hear someone say "French Kiss". My education of kissing began in a dark closet in the basement of a girl, and ever since that particular day I get that same explosion in the knees. I am always transformed to that young boy, and that day that I had my first real kiss.

Trackback to me and post about your first one so we can come and read it!

UPDATE: Oh yeah, I forgot to put this in the post. I was inspired to write this by this post. Thanks dude!