My First Kiss Rekindled

[Cousin Crazy]

The first girl I ever French kissed was my cousin. I was twelve at the time. She was eleven. We spent that entire summer sneaking away and making out. We really didn't know what we were doing, but it sure was fun.

When summer ended, my cousin and her family went back to California, which put the space of a continent between us.

Maybe it was for the best. Knowing now what I didn't know then, we might have gotten into a lot of trouble...

I'm 19 now. I haven't seen my cousin since then. But she's flying into town to check out the neighboring schools, and she asked if she could stay at our house. Mom and Dad said yes.

It'll be great to see her. I wonder if I'll even recognize her. She was cute, as I recalled. But people change over the years. Look at me. I was a nerdy little bookworm when she knew me. Now I'm a gym-rat. I'm 6'3" 215. All muscle. I've got buzzcut blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

My name is Bobby Malone.

I wonder what she looks like after all these years. After all, she's 18 now...

 

[cute_girl1]

Elizabeth "Liz" Taylor had just steped off the plaine. As I made my way to get my bags, I was thinking about Bobby. The last time I had seen him I was 11 years old.

MY once blonde hair had darkened to a golden brown down to about the middle of my back. I placed my hair up into a high pony tail. I was 5'4" and weighed 120 pounds, and had played softball in highschool. I

grab my bags off the careasel, and went to the rentel car place at the airport, my aunt and uncle had to work, and Bobby for some reason could not pick me up. I paid for the car, got the keys and put my bags in the car, and started to drive.

I wonder if Bobby is going to recognize me, or me him, as I drove to the town, following the directions of my aunt and uncle.

 

[Cousin Crazy]

Bobby

The doorbell rang and I bolted across the room. Pausing only a moment to look myself over in the mirror and to pop a peppermint life saver, I opened the door.

I braced myself for the inevitable disappointment, but the girl standing on our porch was a living, breathing fantasy come true.

"Liz?" I asked. "Is that you?"

 

[cute_girl1]

I was standing at the door wearing my favorite pair of jeans, and green tank top. I sat my bags on the porch and rang the door bell. It seemed liked forever until Bobby opend the door.

"yes it is me." I smiled braodly at him and gave my cousin a hug, before picking up my bag. "How have you been?"