Inaugural - Top Up Your Lips?

Two tiny pimples, imperceptible they were, had just appeared, and overnight. The little shits. Just what I needed on that fateful day. I'd just arrived at camp and not unpacked. To chat her up and down and sideways. I could be clever in my conversations, and witty; 'charming' was the term someone had blown like Mozart strings into my ear. I had succeeded rather quickly with this bird. Had wrapped her 'round my little fingers tightly. Their class was leaving in the morning, what disaster! New tactics meant to emphasise impending doom. If opportunities were lost in our lifetime... so, yes, the promise was first asked then given. The farewell be a kiss of large dimension. It was agreed that nothing else would do. The evening passed like heavy snails in mud. My night was watching four or five alarmclocks. And morning saw a much inflated ego look in the mirror at two newly sprouted pimples. The quickly commandeered locus delicti was slightly shady storage for spare bedding. The door was locked, we wasted not a second. I think the reason was for her not any pimples, but shyness to her young age's highest level. And, as for me, courageous instigator: 'Twas pimples and excitement, maybe both. Yes, I do know you're anxious to hear more. The kiss had started with a clanging, and clinking of our youthful teeth. So urgent was the happy meeting. But quickly settled into sweetness, that could not have been properly described. Then graduated on to silent activation of all the salivary glands that were accountable, and present, and so readily available, that lips and tongues and mouths so lovingly, yet childishly, and amateurish intertwined, were willing wetlands drinking their own juices. It was the wettest, softest and most sloppy kiss that all the world could have imagined. But it was real and it lasted. It was so sweet that one could feel the tears were watching. I'm sorry girl, I did forget your name. But is it possible that you remember?