I had my first kiss, with my first girlfriend during my first valentine experience.
That was when I was sixteen, just graduated from high school the year before.
The story goes this way;
She agreed to be mine few weeks before Valentine, on the 30th of January.
Automatically she was meant to be my val.
I didn't have a phone, but I called her later in the evening with my uncles phone on that val day.
Every where seems booming, all dude and ladies wore red pants and white shirts.
I didn't have a red pant, but I wore one of my best purple pant and a sunlight yellow round neck.
We met at the junction like we agreed, and we headed for the beach.
All felt sensual, I was happy, that was the first day I ever went out during valentine.
Although I was very nervous, but she calmed me with her warm palm on mine.
She took me to a sharp corner, and she made the first move.
Guess what!
She kissed me hard, I responded, but ended up being too hard in my pants.
She noticed and request we go back to watch the sea flow.