Couldn’t help but jump into the “Kissing” kick. Kissing is something important in a working relationship. It’s what starts most, and keeps love strong. And all our lives we’ve been told how important that ‘first kiss’ will and must be. How it will hold in our hearts as the biggest mistake or best experience in our lives.
We just met, yet it seemed like we knew eachother for years. She was shy, I was terrified. Or maybe I was shy and terrified, and she was just being patient. I’d put off kissing her for a long time, till I finally broke down and went for it. I didn’t want to ruin it for her, but I didn’t want her to wait anymore. And in the middle of the Mesquite, NV Casablanca casino/hotel, surrounded by sinners, gamblers, and the ladies room, we kissed. Everything dissapeared. All sounds stopped, all people vanished, all that was left was us and the taste of strawberries from breakfast. And it, as unusual a place as it was, was perfect. I loved it and I love her. Since that first kiss, we’ve been attached at the lips.
So, how was your first kiss? And was it the beginning of a great and endless love, like my own? Gawd I love her.
We had a fun, crazy, sweaty night of swing dancing at the Derby, fueled by a few Cosmopolitans. We stepped out of the club, to walk to our cars. It had to be around 1 am, late July (two years ago)and the night air was cool and damp. There is a walkway on the far end of the club going towards the parking lot, covered by some trees and shrubbery. By this point, we had started to say our goodbyes, when he gently wrapped his arm about my waist and kissed me.
For that brief moment, no one, nothing existed but us. Damn, that sounds so freakin’ corny… but it’s true. It had been a long while since I had been kissed by anyone, and I nearly forgot what it had felt like.
It was like that scene in Pretty in Pink where Annie Potts’ character describes a kiss from “Ducky” … “My thighs went up in flames.”
I still, to this day, feel like that when I kiss him.
I was a sophomore in high school. He was a junior. I met him through my church youth group. He was a “bad boy,” but he was always nice to me. And he gave the most wonderful hugs. He walked me home from a friend’s house one night when my parents weren’t home. We stopped on my front porch and hugged for a while. He kept looking at me, and I just buried my face in his chest. He finally laughed and said “Thank you.” I asked for what, and he wouldn’t say. Then he looked at me again, and I didn’t back away. And he kissed me. And it was sweet, and wonderful, and he tasted like tobacco. And any time I’ve kissed someone since who smokes, I think of him.
I was hanging around my high school library during the lunch session and some female friends were swarming around, daring each other to kiss my friend. Much to my surprise, when it came time to do so, one of them kissed me instead.
We were both 16. I let her drive while sitting on my lap. We kissed for a couple hours before I had to take her home.
The next time we got together, I had been chewing Big Red gum. Wanted to have that fresh, tasty breath, don’tcha know? She, on the other hand, had been eating Funyuns.
This is NOT a good combination.
We never went out again. Good thing, too, cause she was a tramp.
I was in fourth grade and we were playing truth or dare. One of the boys in the neighborhood dared her to kiss me, tongue and all. It was gross because she was a girl.
First man,
I was 16 and dating my first real boyfriend, Tommie. He was a wonderful kisser. We were going out to do Rocky Horror again and he took me by surprise. He just leaned over and started kissing me, tongue and all. This time it wasn’t gross but that was probably because he was a boy. I really liked him. I could have fallen in love with him but alas, I met my first long-term boyfriend when with him. We were together for about six months or so and it just didn’t seem to work out. We always got along but there wasn’t anything special or spark with him.
I was 16 and so was he. One afternoon we skipped our last two classes and went across the street by the cemetary and sat under a big oak tree. It was sometime in May I think. We were sitting there talking… he was sitting back against the tree and I was sitting between his legs, leaning back against him. He shifted me so I was kind of laying to his right and then he leaned down and kissed me. We kissed for about an hour I think. It was an incredible kiss that left my stomach in butterflies. I got butterflies everytime I thought about it. We continued to see each other throughout the summer but when school started up again in August we decided we wanted to see other people. I haven’t seen him since I was 17 and have no idea whatever happened to him.
I think I take the hoochie mama award in this thread. I was 5, and my older sister and I had been sent to stay with my aunt and uncle in Long Island while my very pregnant mom and dad had their last kid free week for a long, long time. My cousin Rob’s best friend, who was 8, and I became “boyfriend and girlfriend,” holding hands, hugging, and yes, little kisses. My younger cousin told on us, and he beat my cousin up for me.(ahhhh…) The hoochie part? I don’t remember his name. At my grandmother’s wake a few years ago, I was sitting in the lobby with my then 15 year old cousin Katie, and this gorgeous guy walked in. Katie, having all the cajones that I lack, walked up to my aunt and asked who he was. My aunt told Katie that he had grown up next door, was one of Rob’s best friends. She shyly looked at me, and to this day I don’t know if the gorgeous guy was my first “boyfriend.” (hell, even I’m not hootchie enough to pick up men at my grandmother’s wake…) I didn’t want to walk up to him and say “Hey, do you remember teaching a little girl how to say “I love you” in sign language in 1985?” My extended family already thinks I’m a freak.
But that was my first kiss. Wonder where that kid is now…
Well I was about 8 and living on Long Island when I met this cute 5 year old chick through my friend Rob. Anyway we started kis… er, uh… Swiddles could that… umm
:turns red: I gotta go
