I was something like 15 or 16, and it was with my first real boyfriend, but hell if I can remember it. I know/think it was marvelous at the time.
I do remember the first kiss with the guy who’s now my husband - rar, now that I don’t think I’ll forget.
Jessica and I had been friends for a couple months while working together. We had a mutual friend and became friends through her and we just teased each other constantly. Lots of juvenile insults and throwing things at each other. One day, I found out from someone (but can’t remember who) that she might like me and I was surprised to find out I sort of liked her too so I hesitantly asked her out on a date.
She accepted and then we went on a double date with her best friend and her boyfriend. We first went to some local hamburger hangout that I can’t remember the name of and then went to watch Down to Earth at the theatres. We sat next to each other and I, in a moment of completely out of character bravery, put my arm around her. That escalated to pretty much cuddling and I even occasionally kissed her hand as we watched the movie.
All of which is still shocking to me to this day. And more than a little embarassing too.
Afterwards, we walked to her car and she drove in the direction of my home. She wound up stopping about a mile away and we sat in an empty parking lot talking for a couple minutes before I finally worked up enough nerve to kiss her and it was pretty nice. I then pulled back, we talked for a few more minutes, and I leaned in again. This went on a few more times until I finally worked up even more courage to kiss her open mouthed. She told me I was good too, but I’m not sure I believe it.
She then drove me home, I gave her one final kiss goodnight, and then went to bed. The next day, at work, she told me it wouldn’t work out which obviously put me in a foul mood but it was for the best in the end. I just wish I could remember if we stayed friends afterwards or not. I honestly can’t remember and that bugs me.
I like to think we did but I honestly cannot remember. It doesn’t matter in the end though… a month or two later, I was fired and I’ve only seen her two or three times since and doubt I ever will again with me living on the other side of the continent now.
I was nineteen and she was just under sixteen, by the way.
Didn’t know about the age difference when we first kissed but found out a day or two later. Still would’ve done it anyway though.
Shortly after turning 16, this girl started flirting with my best friend and they started dating. Then a girl who was a grade ahead of me started flirting with me at church. It just seemed like something made in heaven. We arranged a double date and pretty much just headed out to the local lover’s lane. We were in the front and the other couple in the back. The kiss itself was embarrassing since I had no clue. After that though I proved to be a fast learner. She broke up with me after a couple of months and I always felt that it was because I concentrated too much on just kissing. Several years later, I had heard she was engaged to be married. I saw her at the swimming pool and she jumped up and ran over to the fence to greet me. She was flirting again and I pretty much blew her off by telling her I wished her a happy marriage. I’ve wondered many times since if I really did strike out twice with her, but I can live with it.
:smack: [sup]What choice have I got?[/sup]
I was 15, so was she. I’d seen people kiss on movies and TV and I’d seen a few people kiss in real life. It was really weird for about a second. Then it was lovely, and I wondered how people went through the day doing anything but that. I kissed my first boy at 16. He was 19. I’ve been kissing when I can ever since.
Sigh.
This is truly embarresing to admit, but this is an anonymous messageboard so I’ll spill my guts. I recently turned 20 and I’m still looking forward to it. I’ve had some close calls but all the girls I’ve managed to date have never let me go that far and broke it off before that point.
sigh
Hmm, reading this thread made me realize I can’t remember my first kiss, either. It was probably during a Truth or Dare game sometime in high school.
I realized that what I’ve always thought of as my “first kiss” really wasn’t, because it was when I was in my mid-20’s and I definitely remember thinking, “Dammit! All these years and I still don’t like kissing girls!”
Eh. As I said above, I was nineteen my first time and have only kissed two other girls on the lips since – one from playing Truth or Dare and the other 'cause I’d had about six bottles of beer and twice as many shots of tequila and my inhibitions were a little lowered.
If I, of all people, managed, you will too.
In a word, craptastic.
I was twelve, had grown breasts early, and had decided that no boy would EVER like me. So, when one made a pass at me, my standards and ability to resist anything were remarkably low.
I’ve BEEN the first kiss of three other people, though. Those were all pretty great.
Eh, you’ll pick things up quickly when you need to, don’t worry. And whatever you do, don’t whine about it - even to a woman who thinks inexperience is cute, as I used to, going into self-pity mode is just irritating.
I never pictured you as a whiner, elfbabe.
My first kiss was with the live-in helper, who grabbed me in the caravan that used to stand on our driveway. Must have been around 12.
I was 19, driving around an unfamiliar town in Illinois, looking for an address of a girl who I’d met online in an IRC channel. We’d decided to just hang out together, because we lived relatively close together and we both liked DEVO.
I couldn’t find the place, so I pulled into a gas station and called her up on a payphone. She decided to meet me there and lead me to her place. Soon, a green Corolla pulled up and this short little girl hopped out. In the span of about ten seconds; I recognized her, she recognized me, and then she got up on her tiptoes and kissed me, there in the gas station parking lot.
In fact, a lot of firsts happened that day and night, for both of us. The least of which was her first viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. No comments from the peanut gallery.
In all, it lasted about a year or so. Lots of good times, the occaisonal bad time. You know, the usual story. I was still carrying the torch for her after I entered the Air Force, and I called and wrote her frequently as possible during Basic and tech school. Even after I got to this place, I still had a spark going. I’d call her, and get nothing but an answering machine. Until one day I called her up at her old place, and got ahold of her out of sheer luck. We chatted a bit about this and that, catching up on old times, and then I asked her for her new phone number. She gave it to me, and then she revealed that she’d been living with another guy for nearly a year.
That was hard, but I kind of felt that it was coming. She was an extremely shy girl (I introduced her to my roommate once and she literally hid from him), but I guess it was unreasonable to think she’d still be single after all this time. All the same, it hurt. But, it was nothing that five or so drinks and a Porky’s/Porky’s 2 double feature couldn’t take the sting out of.
I’ve had the odd flirtation since then, and the occaisonal desire to just go out and pick up a girl from a club; but I feel that until I finally meet another girl whose company I enjoy more than just being alone, I’ll remain alone.
Just a hint. Breath mints DO NOT work on goats.
I fou… uhh, that is… a *friend * of mine, found out the hard way…
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Ha ha. My absolute first kiss was probably in second grade. This girl just said “I want to kiss you.” And she did. And all the teachers and my parents made a big fuss, and I was all embarassed.
My real/serious first kiss was with my girlfriend. In my car. We kinda didn’t know what we were doing, so we just sucked air and spit from each other.
Aaaah! Dammit, I hate ambiguity.
Ah, as an “older man”, I much prefer the other reading.
Hate ambiguity? Do I detect a lawyer?
Close. Programmer.
I was about fourteen, assistant counselor at Girl Scout Day Camp. One evening most of the other assistant counselors and the two boy counselors (son of the camp director and his buddy) were playing Truth or Dare. I came downstairs to observe the game. One of the boys was double dared to kiss me on the cheek. (For the sake of the kissee(s) they’d decided that that was as intimate as would be required. The fact that the camp director was playing/observing may have been a factor as well). Everyone knew he had a crush on me.
The funny part was nine months or so later when the boy showed up at my house with a present and a love letter. In the love letter he explained that song “x”(I forget the title) was “our” song because “If you remember, one summer night I kissed you”. I remembered (I’ve never forgotten) but I didn’t consider the circumstances sufficiently romantic to be worth commemorating with a choice of an “our song”. Besides, our relationship was not close enough to be worth memorializing with a chosen song.
Don’t worry about it. I was 25! This was the first girl that I’ve gotten so far as having a 3rd date with. Her lips were incredibly soft and it was only about 3 seconds, but it’s a memory I’ll always treasure. A few days later, my grandfather suffered a stroke and by the time the funeral was over, I gave her a call only to find out that she was about to lose her job and was moving away- so I never saw her again.
(A guy checkong in here.)
I remember it pretty clearly, but then again, it was only four years ago. I was 17, she was 18. We were both freshman in college. We had been flirting with eah other for the first couple weeks of school, and one night she came to my room asking if I wanted t go for a walk. We walked around campus, and finally sat down on a road that led to the union parking garage, with our back up against a concrete wall. Romantic, no?
Anyways, she was cuddled in my arms, and I was just kinda lookin’ at her face when she blurted out,
“You know, I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Well, being the kind of guy that can take such a strong hint as that, I leaned in and kissed her. I was going for just a slow, sensual, lip only kiss. But the instant my lips touched hers, she shot her tongue so far into the back of my throat I almost gagged! Well, not really, but you get the idea. For someone whonever kissed before, she seemed to know what to do.
Okay, guess I’ll jump in here…
I was kind of a late bloomer. I had my first kiss just this past August, at 21.
I was on vacation with a couple of good friends, one of them a guy I really liked, who I suspected liked me. It rained most days and we were in the boonies, so we ended up spending a lot of the vacation in bed napping and cuddling and snuggling progressively closer, but because we’re both almost cripplingly afraid of rejection (the reason we weren’t together long before this point) it wasn’t until the second-to-last night of the week that one of us had the guts to initiate a kiss. It was really nice and was followed by many more…pity neither of us knows who started it, but then I guess that doesn’t matter too much.
He is/was also 21. It was his first kiss too.