December, 1990
I was in second grade. An “older boy” down the road, Shane (he was in third grade), had asked me to be his “girlfriend” and, of course, I assented. We were walking home from a Christmas party at the firehouse, which was a big deal back then – if you follow the road, our trailer park is almost two miles from the firehouse; it’s only a mile if you cut through the woods and the cornfields, though, which is what we did. About halfway through, he just stopped and kissed me. I distinctly remember that he had just eaten a candy cane, so his mouth tasted of peppermint. I hate peppermint. Other than that, it was ok.
June, 2000
I was at work, and this guy who was a regular customer came in. We were always flirting and this day was no different. So we were flirting and he ended up leaning over the counter and kissing me; I thought he was about my age, and he’s kinda hot, and very funny, so I was cool with that to a point. Just as he tried to slip me some tongue, I happened to notice the gold ring on the third finger of his left hand. I almost bit his tongue off.
“You’re MARRIED???”
“Well, yeah.”
“How OLD are you?? You look about 20!!”
“I’m 27.”
“And you’re attempting to screw around with a 17 year old, behind your wife’s back??”
“Well, it’s nothing serious.”
“Look, if I were your wife I wouldn’t want you kissing teenage girls. And as it is, I don’t want you kissing THIS teenage girl.”
End of THAT. I haven’t seen him in the store since. I think he comes in when he knows I’m not working.
I haven’t had the best of luck.
Hmm . . . first kiss officially was, I think, summer before soph year of high school.
Haven’t had a kiss since that summer unless you count the blackmail shot of andygirl and me.
My first kiss was at the tender age of 12. My best friend (also 12) planted it on me.
Exactly a year later, we weren’t friends anymore.
Am I the only one who played spin the bottle? I guess I was about 12 the first time and I was under the impression this was pretty much the standard way to get your first kiss. It might not be all that romantic, but at least there’s not much pressure and it’s an easy way to get yourself a little practice. Plus there’s a whole bunch of other kids there so nobody thinks you’re lying when you brag about it later.
Damn, I got in really late in the game.
I was about 16 and there was this girl named Lisa. I had the biggest… thing for her. Anyway, one day I was in the library with a friend and she was with her friends and they were giggling uncontrollably. I caught glimpse of them daring her to kiss my friend. I was laughing to myself as I thought my quiet friend was going to be surprised by her. When the bell rang, she walked over and before I knew it, she kissed me. After that, I was in shock for a minute. That night, I picked her up from work and took her home. We parked by her house and got the “real” kiss. Too bad she had a boyfriend.
It was in the fall semester of ninth grade. I was in the band, we had just finished playing at a football game, and we were on the bus heading back to the school. Stephanie was sitting behind me, and she was flirting with me, but not seriously, more in a joking sort of way. I made some crack about giving her a kiss and she jokingly closed her eyes and leaned toward me. I knew she was just goofing around–after all, I had been too. But something clicked inside me, and before I could even think about it, before I could even make a decision, I leaned toward her and kissed her right on the lips. She was surprised–she hadn’t expected me to actually do it. Heck, I hadn’t expected to do it, but it happened nonetheless. When it was over (and it was over quickly) she just sat back and smiled at me. She wasn’t mad at all. I think she liked it just as much as I did. It was so short, but it was sweet, and it was my first kiss. That was 15 years ago, and I can remember it like it was yesterday.
Of course, that was just the beginning of my romantic escapades on the band bus. Those of you who were in band in high school know what I’m talking about. 
First kiss on the cheek: I was 7 and I would always kiss my “girlfriend” before leaving her house.
First kiss on the lips: I was 9 and that summer (1974) I had a brief “fling” and we would kiss behind the hedges at the grade school we attended.
First “French” kiss: I was 18 (talk about your dry spells!) and it a young woman I was dating.
Burrito Boy wrote:
Yeah, you work up the courage to make a move on the girl sitting within arm’s reach of you, and she screams, “Don’t touch me!”. 
No, it happened to me exactly the same way, except I was 11. It was at an end-of-the-year party (after 5th grade) but I don’t like to count that as my “first kiss” cause it was just a game and the guy was an idiot anyway. So, technically, I’ve never been kissed (cheek kissing doesn’t really count either) ::sigh:: Oh well.
Um, well…
First kiss with a boy: His name was Heath. He was in 8th grade, I was in 7th. Torrid, it was. Alas, he broke up with me… he was in love with his hair, and I just couldn’t compete.
First with a girl: Best friend at the time, Beth. We had just watched In and Out. She was sitting in between me and her boyfriend, and after the movie, she turned and kissed him. I was just kidding, but I asked her, “How come you never kiss me like that?” She kissed me on the mouth. I almost fell out of my seat. Talk about your deer in headlights…
First with quietgirl: New Year’s Eve 1998, London. It was quick, it was awkward, it was “just friends”… it was magic.
The scene:
Christmas dance, 1984
The location:
Junior High Gym
The soundtrack:
Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Carnes
The stimulus:
Mistletoe, held by my goofball buddy
The lucky girl:
Stacey
My reaction:
“Huh… cherry lip balm and cigarettes… is THIS what everyone is making such a fuss about?”
It got better after that, but this IS only about the first one.
Kindergarten. Johnny Garcia and I were sitting on the sidelines in the gymnasium, watching the other kids play whatever game they were playing. All of a sudden, he reached over and planted a kiss on my right cheek and said “I wuv you”.
I think he’s in jail now. What wasted potential! 
I was 16, I was on my first “date” with a guy that had been dating one of my friends about a month earlier (we wound up going out with this girl and her new man. Weird.) We went to see Rush Hour with Jackie Chan and then to Applebee’s for french fries. I live in the part of town where it is logistically strategic to drop me off first, but he remembered that I liked to be dropped off last. (Really, I didn’t care, I just told him that before so I would have more time alone with him. Muhahaha.) Anyway, we sat in his mom’s Camry, listening to “Uptight, Out of Sight” by Stevie Wonder (perfect first kiss music.) He hugged me goodnight, and he just kissed me. It was great. I’ve never felt something so natural in my life. We dated for a year and a half.
My bf and i were sitting on one of the couches at school a few weeks ago, and out friends started chanting “kiss”. We did it once they looked away so they only got a glance:)
Age 15. It was with my best friend’s ex-girlfriend of about 2 weeks (two weeks broken up, dated for about a year or so). So anyway, she comes on over to my house one day after we spent some 4 hours a couple nights before walking around and me listening to her vent about his breaking up with her. We’re sitting on the floor in the hallway (don’t ask) all alone since my mother and sister were out for a few hours when she suddenly jumps into my lap. “Does this bother you?” she asks. I made some noises that could have possibly been translated into “No, of course not. You just make yourself at home” if they were in any intelligible tongue. Then she kisses me. This was much like the mighty sleek panther leaping upon some wounded fawn in the forest. I never stood a chance. We spent about the next three hours lying on the floor, making out before my mother came home.
Then we dated for a while and she turned out to be amazingly… erm… unstable and so that was that. Typing out the story still made my throat go dry and my heart pitter-pat for a moment though.
HAHA! Man, that’s the only real amor. In my school back in the day it was like,
Boy A: “…so we’re going out. Yeah. That’s right.”
Boy B: “Have you talked to her?”
Boy A: “NO! Why would I do that??”
And then they’d “break up” a few weeks later without ever having communicated a single word. But once people started “really” going out (i.e. girls had “boobs”) It was more like:
Boy: “Uhh… Now that we’re going out, can I touch your boob?”
Anyway, my personal first time was with my first (and thus far only) girlfriend when I was 13, I think. She was a freshman, but I was still in 8th grade. So, the older woman thing was pretty cool, in terms of bragging rights. But I’m a modest guy. So basically, we were embraced, just lying around, and she started to kiss me, and I went for it. I probably would have done it anyway. I also remember that a Rage Against the Machine song was on the radio. So, we went out for like five months, at which point I realized that I disliked spending time with her at all, and got out of that relationship.
I can’t believe I’m writing this…
22 years old.
Besides friendly pecks and party games, I had never been kissed, and even with those, never on the lips. I had had many female friends, but I had never been on a date. I was seriously considering converting to the other camp, or joining a religious order.
Summer '96. I was backpacking through Europe, wandering alone from one youth hostel to another. In the common room of a Venitian penzion I met anothewr solo tracelar - a Finnish grad student, sweet, chubby and not unnatractive. We struck up a conversation, went out to have a beer, and found ourselves sitting on a doorstep in the corner of Piazza de San Marco. Seized by the spirit of the moment, the place and the beer, I reached over and kissed her on the lips. I had no I idea what I was doing, really, but apperently a was a fast learner, because we engaged in public acts of kissing, tounging and groping for the better part of an hour.
It was a clear case of two people far from home, fighting off loneliness and just looking for a good time. On my behalf, it was as if I had been possesed by some mischevous spirit, some puckish thing which temporarily banished my innate shyness and hesitancy. The setting was perfect, after all - Venice, a cool summer night. If only it had happened six years earlier.
I made up for lost time that night, when we staggered back to the hostel, and in the bathroom stall I discovered what else a Finnish grad student can do with her lips, besides kiss. It was… enlightening.
That night did a lot to dispel a great many of my hangups and inhibitions. In the following months, my love life picked up quite a bit.
And I missed it…damn!
Don’t feel bad Alessan, my teen-age years were pretty uneventful, too.
My first kiss (of any kind) came during my freshman year in college. I’d had a crush on her for a long time, but she had a boyfriend. We talked together at a party for a long time, then she said good-night and kissed me on the cheek. Soojin, if you’re out there, I hope you’re doing well.
My first real kiss came three years later, during my senior year (yeah, I know, pathetic. And FTR, my celibacy was purely involuntary). She and I had gone out to a play and were back in my room. We had been talking for a while when she suddenly stretched out on my bed and held her arms out to me. Clueless as I was, I asked her “do you need help getting up?” She responded with “you’re cute,” and then proceeded to grab me by my shirt and pull me down on top of her, planting her lips very firmly on mine. Just about all my other “firsts” occurred within the next few hours after that. We broke up not too long after, but stayed on good terms and are best friends today.
–sublight.
I was fifty-six and it happened the fourth time I went out with Marcie. None of the others count.