First Kiss Stories: A Kiss Filled With Poverty

by Mercedez Carter
(New Jersey)

Reader Post: 'My first kiss happened at my sixth grade graduation. I was 12. His name was Nick Martinez. Colombian (like me) and all the girls thought he was INSANELY CUTE!!! He is!!! He had long black hair covering his eyes, dark black eyes that sparkle, he was very, very tan with a tremendously cute smile, and even better laugh! He had that cute laugh when he laughed; you had to laugh too. His face got red when he laughed and it was cute. He has a GREAT sense of humor, he can make his teacher laugh uncontrollably, and his laugh was so vibrant and lively.

I lived in a really great town and he came from a horrible town, Camden. His 15 year old brother had a child with and Nick wasn't getting attention. He and his brother had to leave his abusive drunk parents because Nick got hurt in a knife fight between his mom and dad when he was 8. He then lived with his abusive aunt, who beat him so bad he had slices all over his face. Then he lived with his grandma, who doesnt really give him the time of day. Anyway, he smoked, took and sold drugs, gambled and got drunk, and was introduced to the gang the Latin Kings when he was young; he also had been into horrible fights and shot himself. He was into gun fights and was in juvie once. He has bad anger problems.

He moved here to get a better life. No one knew this. He told me after the graduation behind the school. That was the first time I saw him cry. I went and hugged him, and I realized I didn't wanna let go. Then I tickled him to make him feel better and he did the same, so we were tickle wrestling and he ended up on top of me. He looked into my eyes and looked down with an embarrassed yet EXTREMELY CUTE SMILE!!! I pushed his chin up and he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, satin soft lips with a gentle suction. It was amazing.

Im helping him get better, little by little. I'm the only on he has, and i'm honored that he trusts me:) <3!'