WHOA Bee, that musta been one more kiss!
We used to play something called pick up sticks and I just loved that game. No TV here either growing up.
His lips were incredibly soft, he used just the right amount of pressure and tongue, it was just the right wetness and texture and it melted me right there on the spot. It was the most perfect kiss a girl could have ever had and probably ruined me for all the kisses since then, though there were many that were tasty, there are none so good as the forbidden fruit of the older man and a stolen kiss as fireworks light up the sky. The element of danger, the sheer boldness of it all, his taste, his smell, his softness and his expertise...well...that was something to remember.
He grew up to be a real putz but I'd say that kiss was one of his good contributions to this world....or not, however one looks at it.
It would take years to tell the "rest of the saga" but I was never again to kiss Mitchell, though he flirted with me quite a bit in the following years. He was handsome but he knew it...he finally got his high school girlfriend pregnant in their senior year and got married, but I think they divorced later on. 
