THE FIRST KISS!

As we sat there together, my hands were sweaty and my
heart pounded. She was the most beautiful girl in the world
and I was the luckiest guy. Her hair was a majestic curly
brown, and her lips were a rose red. She resembled my
favorite actress, Shirley Temple, and I wanted a taste of
that good ship lollypop. Her curves drove me crazy even
though I was only nine-years-old at the time. She was a
very experienced, older woman, and I believe she was
pushing forty years of age. It did not matter to me though
because I was in love. We had to sneak around in order to
fulfill our forbidden needs. Under the bed, in the closet, or
if we were lucky, we would have the house to ourselves for
a few hours. She was a dream girl who never talked a lot
or nagged about stupid things. She was always willing to
do whatever I wanted, and yes, it was exciting dating an
older woman.
Ok, before you call the police, I will let you in on a
little secret. Her name was Lucille, and she stood three feet
tall. Her skin was made of a pale plastic, and if you laid
her down, her eyes would always shut. So chill out! She
was a freaking doll!
Yes, it is embarrassing to talk about it now, but Lucille
was my first kiss. Haven’t we all experimented or kissed a
doll at some point in our childhood? I hope you answered
yes because I really don’t want to be alone here. Whether
it had been a Barbie, a Ken, or if you are really kinky a
Weeble Wobble, we have all done it! Of course, my affair
went way beyond kissing. I was in love with a doll, and I
didn’t care!
She was so lifelike that it was just too tempting for a
boy of my age. Lucille was pretty old. She had been my
mother’s doll as a young girl, and my mom had passed this
beautiful little lady down to my sister. Well, Shelly was
not into dolls, so I saw my chance to steal her away. She
was way too hot to be neglected.
I guess I was going through a pre-puberty addiction. I
remember the first time that I kissed Lucille. My mom and
I had watched one of her daily soap operas. Patch and
Kayla had just finished a lusty, daytime sex scene. It had
gotten me hot and bothered, and as I watched, I thought to
myself “I can totally do this with Lucy!” As Mom drifted
away in her recliner, I snuck to my room to lay one on my
plastic girl. I reached under the bed and gently grabbed her
hand. I sat her up, and her eyes opened as if surprised.
Then, I began my seduction. I talked to her in a romantic
tone just like the guy did in the soap opera. I don’t
remember what words I said to her, but they must have
worked because she leaned forward and kissed me hard. I
stroked her hair as we embraced. It was a very intimate
moment, and it was leading to something dirty. Then, I
heard my mother stirring about, and the moment was gone.
I put my sweetheart back under the bed and said in a
terminator voice, “I’ll be back!”
Later that night, I lay in bed and fantasized about the
fantastic kiss and the cold shower that I had taken. As I
heard my parents entering their bedroom, Lucille got in bed
with me. I told her that we shouldn’t, but she insisted.
Evidently the kiss had started a fire in her loins, and only
my nine-year-old body could put it out.
I won’t go into details because a gentleman never talks.
Let’s just say I slept in my Peter Pan underwear that night.
I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but Lucy guided me
through the process. As Peter took flight, I asked her if I
was doing it right, and she could not answer. I guess she
was too overcome with pleasure. It was a great night of
kissing and touching even though at some point her arm fell
off. But, with one snap, the arm was back on and so was
the love making.
After an intense hour of love fest, we both laid there
sweaty and exhausted. As we both enjoyed a candy
cigarette, I told Lucille that I loved her. She sat up and
opened her eyes and smiled. We fell asleep in each other’s
arms with our bodies entwined.
The next morning, my mother arose early and made my
favorite breakfast of brown sugar toast and oatmeal. As
she entered my room, she glanced at the floor. There laid
my animated underwear along with Lucille’s velvet dress.
I was still holding my lover tightly when my mom
aggressively pulled down the covers. There we were.
Lucille was buck naked, and we were spooning. I woke up
and realized that the secret affair had been exposed. Lucy
was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even open her eyes,
and I was horrified that my mother had seen my wiener.
Mom, like a wife who had just discovered the cheating
husband, grabbed my plastic pleasure by the arm and
yanked her out of bed. As they exited my room, Mom
yelled only two words, “NO TOAST!” It was all that she
could come up with I guess.
I waited a few minutes before going to breakfast. I had
to prepare for the humiliation. Dad and Shelly sat there
with quiet little grins on their faces, and it was obvious that
Mom had spilled the beans. Mom served me my food but
did not make eye contact. Dad broke the silence by
informing me that I looked tired. Then, Shelly added her
two cents by saying “You must have had a late night little
bro!” They both giggled, but I didn’t care. I had gone to
bed a boy and woke up a man.
I never saw Lucille again. Last I heard, she ran off with
a Weeble Wobble named Rico. All that remains are the
memories of that night and the taste of plastic. Goodnight
my love, wherever you are!


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