The rites of passage for every young adult usually include the first kiss. Do you remember yours? Was it as magical as you had hoped? Or was it a disaster? In Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Teenagers, Amanda Yancey shares her very first kiss and how it wasn’t quite what she had expected!

Written by Amanda Yancey, published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Teenagers

Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom.
~ Thomas Jefferson

Everyone knows that your first kiss is supposed to be mind-blowing and life changing. At least, this is what fairytales and Hollywood like to promise young girls who are seeking their own Prince Charming. I have to admit that before last night, I -- like many girls -- was suckered into the belief that my first kiss was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I assumed it would be magical. I was convinced that at the moment my lips made contact with the love of my life, the starry skies would explode with color and a choir would immediately start singing “Hallelujah!”

Well, I sort of feel like an idiot now because my first kiss was definitely not the best thing that’s ever happened to me. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

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The instant I hung up the phone I began bouncing up and down, squealing immaturely with sheer delight.

“Oh my gosh! No way! The movies?” my younger sister Jane asked excitedly. My cousin Clare walked in with a towel wrapped around her head. “Roxy is going on a date with Derek Corey!” Jane said.

“Shh,” I said angrily. “Mom is in the other room.”

“You aren’t telling Aunt Sharon about this?” Clare asked, smiling mischievously.

We were only allowed to group date until we turned eighteen, which was a huge problem because I had just agreed to go out on a date with Derek Corey... alone.

My mother is, well, a very uptight kind of person. Jane and I have concluded that she was a drill sergeant in a previous life. We were only allowed to group date until we turned eighteen, which was a huge problem because I had just agreed to go out on a date with Derek Corey... alone.

My mother was going to kill me.

I walked into the living room and there my mother sat on the couch, talking on the phone, and watching Oprah. I plopped down on the leather chair next to her.

“Oh no!” she said angrily into the phone. “This is terrible!”

My eyes widened in fear at her tone.

“Kids these days.” She shook her head in disgust. “At least my Roxanne is still safely group dating.”

I gulped.

My mother hung up the phone, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Penny is pregnant,” she fumed. Penny is a girl my age from church. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Uh, hey Mom?” I began nervously. “I’m going out on a date with Derek Corey to the movies tonight,” I said, rushed. “That’s okay... right?”

“A group date, right?”

I heard two sets of giggles erupting from my bedroom.

“Yes, of course,” I lied to her, something I rarely do.

She waited before answering. I felt moisture quickly developing on my forehead.

“Okay,” she said. “Is he picking you up?”

“Yep,” I answered. “And then we’ll meet up with everyone at the movies.”

“Alright,” she said nonchalantly.

When I entered my room I let out a huge sigh of relief. My legs were shaking. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with guilt. I hoped my lie wouldn’t come back to haunt me.

After I took my seat, I gazed up at Derek, who is simply gorgeous -- dark wavy black hair and striking indigo blue eyes. I was the luckiest girl in the universe.

Five o’clock rolled around slowly. When I saw Derek’s car I quickly told everyone goodbye, grabbed my purse, and raced to the front door. My hands were dripping with sweat. At first, the car door handle slipped between my fingers. Frantic, I wiped my hands against the side of my sweater before entering the car.

After I took my seat, I gazed up at Derek, who is simply gorgeous -- dark wavy black hair and striking indigo blue eyes. I was the luckiest girl in the universe.

“You look nice,” he said and his breath smelled like wintermint. “Ready?”

I nodded.

I glance up at my house, noticing Jane and Clare staring at me through my window, laughing. I didn’t really care because I was with Derek.

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