Inspired by this thread I walked down memory lane a bit to think of this thread.The First Kiss. I don’t really count the few fumbling, groping, off kilter kisses I may have had as a young teen, but the first, maybe the first two that you really remember. The kiss that you maybe didn’t even plan on getting or giving but when you did you werre like “Wow! That was fantastic!”.
I know guys don’t normally talk about this kinda stuff, but I remember mine rather clearly. I was 16 at a halloween party at a friends house. This was like 1980-81 so it was back in the day when teen parties could get loud and crazy and no one got sued. Her name was Lauren. I was never a popular guy with the ladies, but she danced with me a few times. I thought she was gorgeous, but I had no expectations that she actually liked me or anything. I had to leave the party because I had to have my grandfather’s car home at a certain time and while I was leaving she ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck and planted one of the longest, sweetest kisses I have ever had.
I was floating on air. Alas a relationship was not to be. We went to different high schools, I was a bit to awkward and timid at that age to really have a girlfriend at that time, and things did not work out. *(plus, this was around the time I had my crush on another girl, as I reposted the tale in the crush thread.)*We did remain friends for years until we lost track of each other though.
I’m in my mid 40s and I still remember that kiss, though.
I remember my first kiss but the one I think about more was a lost opportunity one. I was in what I now know was a messed-up relationship with a guy who wouldn’t acknowledge me in public but who I hung out with and thought I loved. So I was working at the grocery store to pay the long-distance bill to keep in touch with him when in comes a guy I was friends with and kind of flirted with – very cute and we got along. He came in to buy flowers for some girl so I, still being very naive, thought he was involved there. He gave me a ride onto campus and as I went to get out of the car he kissed me. Now, I was confused because he had just bought the flowers for someone, and I thought that made him kind of a dog, and I had this idea I shouldn’t kiss another guy, even though the guy I was seeing had seen other people. So I didn’t say anything but I just kind of shook my head at him and got out the car. :smack:
To this day I wish I had said, screw that, he’s not faithful either, so why not make out with this guy. I wasn’t ready to go all the way at that time, but a harmless makeout session and two guys to think about? Would have been twice the fun. DAMMIT.
Funny this thread should come up – the person with whom I had my first kiss just sent me a friend request on Facebook. I had this HUGE crush on him in 6th grade. One night, we both happened to be at a football game and ran into each other under the bleachers (by the bathrooms) and he kissed me. No warning, we weren’t “going out” I didn’t even think he liked me at all. We never kissed again, we never “went out” were never bf/gf, but it was the highlight of my year.
First: Kim, in kindergarten. We walked home together a few times. I can’t remember if we held hands or not. She stopped in the middle of the woods, and asked if I wanted to kiss her. I eagerly said yes and pucked up. She said “Wait, let’s make sure no one is looking.” We looked, we kissed, we kept walking. That happened at least twice.
Second: Carolyn, 7th grade: We met at a youth center, a place designed to keep kids off the streets and off drugs. Naturally, it became the place where kids would hook up to go out and get high, then terrorize the town. Carolyn asked me to take her for a walk in the park. We found a park bench, where she showed me what a girl’s tongue tastes like. We made out for at least an hour. The whole time I had my left arm around her. I got approximately 19384 mosquito bites on that arm in that hour.
When I was 15, one of my first boyfriends tired to kiss me with tongue and I broke up with him for it. I thought it was disgusting.
Fast-forward to later that same year, talking to one of my good friends at the time about my best friend, who I had the most heartbreakingly horrid crush on. We were in drama rehearsal. I was waiting for my scene to come up, and he was working the spotlight. I complained about how everyone I liked liked the pale thin blondes, and I lamented my (at that time not fashionable) very ethnic looks and curvier figure. I started to cry, and he held my hands and told me that I was beautiful, and this guy was an idiot, and he’d kick himself later. I was embarrassed and sniffling pretty unattractively when he forced my chin up and planted such a kiss on me I still blush when I think about it.
It was the first time I had been properly kissed: held tightly, pressed close, tongue, hand in hair… I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began and it was the first time in my life I ever felt that rush. I was dizzy and stupid right up to the moment when I heard my name being screamed out all over the auditorium: my scene was on and I wasn’t onstage.
Years later he came out and we laughed about how hot that kiss was. He said I was the only straight girl he ever got excited over, which I hold to my heart as the greatest of compliments.
My first real kiss was from a guy named Tommy when I was 12 or 13. I remember that he tasted like beer and bubble gum and he ended up being my boyfriend for about 2 years. I just found out a year or so ago that he died from an overdose at 35. It’s sad, but given how much he partied as a teenager I’m not all that surprised. He was my first at everything that I shouldn’t have been doing like sex. drugs and running away from home but I have a lot of fun memories and he was a good guy for a juvenile delinquent.
My first real kiss happened when I was at camp the summer I turned 14. One of the boys and I snuck off to pick some blueberries one afternoon during “free time”, and he kissed me right there in the middle of the blueberry field without much warning… it was kind of awkward, since neither of us had kissed anyone before, but we figured it out pretty quick.
We ended up sneaking off to make out pretty frequently that summer. I have no idea where he ended up, though… we lost touch once camp ended, since he lived in another city.
I’m not a very assertive person in general, but when it comes to romance I have always been pretty agressive. When I was 6 I had my first long-term boyfriend (by long term, I mean we were ‘‘girlfriend and boyfriend’’ for 2-3 years.) He was 9, older boy, brother of my best friend.
We went to one of those fundraising events they hold at schools – the kind with a dunk tank and musical chairs and lots of pie. I jerked him behind a wall. He bent down and said, ‘‘What is it?’’ And I laid one on him.
I don’t remember how good it was, and it was several years before I ever approached anything like french kissing, but it’s kind of a funny demonstration of how fearless I was as a kid.
At a cricket match. Long boring day. Went to the rear of the pavillion and made out with her.The players saw us and had a hoot! She is married with kids now. And not to me.
It was when I was 17. I spent a week in NYC in the Odd Fellows UN Youth Pilgrimage (you visited NYC and got a tour of the United Nations). I hit it off with a girl on the tour from Spokane.
The next to last day, the group went up to the top of the Empire State Building. We started kissing and kept it up for at least a half hour.
I was young and innocent, and so was she. It seemed like this was the time but I didn’t know what to do. Should I just give her a smooch or go for some tongue? Eyes open or closed? Finally I worked up my courage, leaned down, and went for it.
Well I was a super late bloomer. Mine was when I was 24 and with an asshole of a guy who was the first to pay attention to me. It was memorable but only in the way of “Finally, damn.”
Geeze, mine was like 3 weeks ago in that long-ass thread I posted. Me and a roomie were drunk and one thing lead to another. It was fun, and hopefully I won’t have to wait another 24 years for another…
Mine was on a ferris wheel. I had this guy-friend and we’d started hanging out a lot one-on-one and I figured out that he liked me. I had no idea how to initiate anything though. My friend had kissed her first boy on the ferris wheel so I asked him to ride with me. I just remember thinking it was really gross and hoping he would stop. We dated all summer until we went to colleges in different states.
I have no idea where he ended up, though… we lost touch once camp ended, since he lived in another city.