Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I had my first kiss when I was fourteen. For some that may be a little late but I was a duckling for a long time before I grew into the bomb shell that I am now (teehee). I had a friend during my childhood that I hung out with all the time after school. Being in her neighborhood allowed me to get to know a lot of the kids that lived there. At that age (8-10), we weren't interested in boys and so there was no reason to socialize with them. So, when my future first kiss was lighting "jumping jack" fireworks in the alley in my girlfriends neightborhood, I had no idea that there would be a fire between us just four years later. Funny how life works that way. Fast forward four years. I was fourteen and not too shabby looking. My mother told me that we were moving and lo and behold, we moved to my girlfriends old neighborhood (she had since moved out of state). I enjoyed living in the neighborhood and I enjoyed the attention I received when all of the guys that I knew when I w...