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.