Mine isn’t so great. I was 13 and a freshman, and it was with this guy who was a senior who I had met earlier that day. We were at a USY dance, and I was sick of being the only one of my friends who had never been kissed, so I asked this guy if I could kiss him, and he took me behind a dumpster, and we could still hear “I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing” playing from inside the dance. I guess I’ll always remember that. I would have rather it be some big romantic moment, but c’est la vie.
I can’t really remember my first kiss. I was in kindergarten and the girl was 3 years older than me. I was the cutest kid and all the girls liked me back then. Geez what happened to me…
Mine was a cute story. I was 13, hanging out with this guy I had an enourmous crush on. He was on a bike, I was walking. He wanted me to run alongside him. I refused (I look stupid when I run). He finally stopped, and I made some remark along the lines of “See, I told you I wouldn’t run.” He looked down at me, smiled, and said “Well, you might want to start now”, and kissed me. It was just the sweetest thing at the time…
Course, he turned out to be pond scum, but that’s another post.
I was in fifth grade and was at my class’s end of the year party at a local park. There was a guy in my class that I liked and so did my two best friends. Since jealousy wasn’t really part of our little worlds back then, we thought it was the coolest thing that all three of us were his girlfriends.
Anyway, we decided we were going to kiss him that day so we went to one of the little picnic pavillions. Someone (probably him) suggested we have a contest to see which of us could kiss him for the longest amount of time.
Did I mention I was the smart one out of the three of us?
The other two fought over who should get to go first but I knew that if I went last all I would have to do was kiss him for a second longer than the previous leader. They didn’t understand this at all so they went first and I won.
Not the most satisfying kiss I ever had but it started my reputation on a downward spiral that continues today among everyone I went to school with! Fifth grade kissing goddess, that’s me!
Scene: Dark theatre, “Urban Cowboy”.
Age: How old are you the summer before 10th grade?
Companion: The lovely Charlotte, a crew member from “Where the Lillies Bloom”, in which I played some kid. (I need to admit here that the only reason I joined the play was to meet girls. As it happens, this same Machiavellian attitude toward meeting women hooked me up with my wife of 6.5 years – and I met her less than two weeks after implementation of my master strategy).
Anyway, back to the kiss: Charlotte was more experienced than I, and certainly less nervous. It seemed to go OK. There were no fireworks, though I half-expected them (I DID get a kind of fireworks from holding hands, oddly enough). We went out for most of the summer and then broke up for some reason that I can’t recall. We went to the same high school for the next three years and I can tell you that Charlotte was smart, nice, and I thought that she was also pretty.
We actually rekindled some of that relationship near HS graduation and after freshman year of college.
I wonder where she is now? Charlotte – are you out there?
Barry Feltner. He was 14. I think. I was about 12 or 13.
He had a BMX bike and I was riding my 10-speed (this was in the early 80’s) in the Bank One parking lot about a block or two from our houses. (We were next door neighbors.)
We pulled in the drive through for a break and he asked me if I French Kissed.
me: Is there another way?
Blammo. Big kiss… with tongue.
Barry ended up moving to his mother’s in Arizona or someplace and called me a few years later from reform school.
I was sixteen and sitting in our high school’s Drama Club office. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon and I’d just finished taking my driver’s test. My mother was to pick me up at around four, so I was just hanging out with nothing to do for a little while.
It happened so fast, I can’t remember what led up to it. Missy Lapcevich just planted one on me—a long, deep French kiss. It went on for… well, I can’t say. It could have been ten seconds, it could have been ten minutes. Missy went away, leaving me alone on that chair, spinning and dizzy and completely outside the realms of time and space.
The logistics weren’t so good, though. Missy knew I had a crush on her and anyway she had a boyfriend, so my chances were nil, but the whole world seemed different at that point and I spent much of my time afterward floating.
Pamela Peterson. 6 years old, out on the playground, surrounded by a crowd of kids who were all hooting and cheering. She’d been my ‘girlfriend’ for a few months. I don’t think we ever spoke after that.
I was 11 years old, he was 12. My best friend was in the process of moving away. Her parents had me watching their dog and house for them. There was a boy across the street who I liked a lot and he liked me too. Sometimes we would hold hands and stuff if no one was looking. I thought of him as my boyfriend even though we were too young to have any kind of a formal relationship. We were hanging out at the empty house, watching TV, talking, and holding hands. I got up the nerve to kiss him on the cheek. He turned so bright red. It’s just so sweet to think of it. Months later, we kissed on the lips at Christmastime. Don’t tell my hubby, but snow always makes me think of my first kiss.
Can you believe this? I had been “going with” this girl for about two weeks, maybe a month. I had just turned fifteen. Our first kiss? On a church van – in the second seat as we arrived at her home to drop her off.
That was just a peck – the first REAL kiss was on the same church van a few days later – but in the back seat.
First kiss? Well, there were little pecks here and there, through the years in elementary school, but they don’t really count (do they, Sharon Cordova???).
First REAL kiss was on the front porch of Christine Friello’s house. I was 13, and she nervously looked behind her, closed the front door, and laid one on me. We must have kissed for an hour, but in reality it was probably maybe a minute. Whoosh! What a head rush I had!
I’ll never forget that feeling - I thought I was floating. I somehow managed to jump on my bike and keep my balance as I started to peddle home. I’d grab my shirt collar every couple of minutes and pull it up to my nose so I could smell her perfume again.
I had to pedal home along a very busy 4 lane road, and I distinctly remember hearing car horns several times. Guess I was a little wobbly…but who cares? I just got a kiss!
I had just turned 15, and was up at the Idyllwild School of Music and the Arts (essentially music camp). I’d met a girl named Corina earlier that day, who seemed a little haughty and cooler-than-thou, but still seemed to enjoy toying with me flirtatiously. All the guys in my cabin had told me that she was a slut, a heartbreaker, a “bad girl,” and that I ought to avoid her. To hell with them. She had gorgeous locks of blonde hair (I always was a sucker for blondes) and just enough extra body fat in all the right places to make me wolf-whistle. She must’ve been at least a D cup. Plus, she seemed not to be totally repulsed by me. No way was I going to pass this opportunity up.
So, that night, when they were showing the movie “Guys and Dolls” in one of the camp’s indoor theaters, I sat down next to her. She giggled with her friends a little, and I sllllllloooooowly put my arm around her shoulders. Apparently, I was being way too timid with her, because when I looked her in the eye and smiled, she just moved forward and gave me a great big French kiss. I admit I probably made the kiss a little bigger, too, because I’d been practicing with my pillow at home at night. I remember sitting there dumbfounded immediately after our first kiss, coming to grips with the fact that I’d just kissed a girl! She turned back and forth between my affections and chatting about it with her friend in the other seat next to her, making no attempt to hide her words from me. I picked up from her conversations such useful tidbits as the fact that I probably stuck my tongue too far into her mouth (I immediately adjusted my technique accordingly) and that she should “go for a little more.” I managed to slide into 2nd base before the evening was out, but I didn’t have the courage to put my hand under her bra.
Unfortunately, to her that night had just been a “fling.” She did not want to smooch with me any night afterward. Naturally, being an impressionably teen-age boy, I over-reacted to her change of heart and thought that I was now on her “enemies” list. I didn’t get to kiss a girl again for several months.
I was 14, I was at a youth group dance, and I was set up with a nice girl named Helen by two of my three best friends. She was really pretty the way I remember it, long dark brown hair, curls resting on her shoulders, big brown eyes, and cute pouty lips… ahhhh…
…anyway, we were dancing, though I can’t remember the song, it was a slow dance, and we got closer and our lips just landed together. I was sooooo coool, until I felt her tongue in my mouth, my eyes just went wide with shock, and I was instantly in love.
We went out for a whole week! Man, I was totally a stud at 14.
My first real kiss was my freshman year of high school in AZ. March 3, to be precise. I was wearing a Hard Rock Cafe sweatshirt from London that I got in London, not realizing you could get any city you want at any US store. Anyway… his name was Mark… we dated for about 2 years, I lost my virginity to him after a year and a half. I still talk to him sometimes, though I now live in VA and he lives in FL…
Wow, you people make me feel like an old maid! I was 17 when I had my first kiss. It was from my present boyfriend actually. We had been dating for like a month and a half then. I had been at his house and he walked me out to my car. We had been hugging for a while, so when I came in close for a hug, he just planted one on me. I was so surprised, and he squished my nose in the process. Afterwards I just looked at him dumbfoundedly. Then we hugged and I got in my car and drove home. After that we got better aim!! Remember to tilt your head people!
We have been together for 3 1/2 years now, and thinking about getting engaged soon.
Naturally, being an impressionably teen-age boy, I over-reacted to her change of heart and thought that I was now on her “enemies” list. I didn’t get to kiss a girl again for several months.
