Who was she? Who was he? Where were you?
I was in seventh grade. It was Karen, a girl I took to go see Star Wars. Annoyingly, she had a crush on Mark Hamil, but she still smooched a bit with me.
I have no idea what her name was any more. I was 16, I do remember it was wakling her home from school one night. I also got a lot of ribbing right afterwards from my buddies who followed me. No wait I think her name was Terri.
I was a junior in college, and he was dating someone else. I was super-naive and thought he was just being friendly but soon got the picture. It actually made me sick to my stomach because while I was excited about it, I had been brought up to be wary of men. Unfortunately first kiss led to first love for me, a tangle I am still getting myself out of.
I was 18. We were at his house, and he kissed me on the forehead all of a sudden. Then, the next day, he laid next to me on the couch and we attempted to figure out the kissing thing.
The second time we tried, we ended up bonking heads. Very amusing. I’m not going to post his name here, though.
I was 19. It was about a month ago. Random girl I met at a dance.
All I remember thinking was “ohgod that’s her mouth by my ear omg omg closer to my mouth closer closer OMG YES FINALLY.”
I felt like such a stud.
I was in ninth grade. I was hanging out at one of my guy friend’s houses. We were alone, and watching American Beauty, and cuddling a bit. He said, “I really want to kiss you.” And then he did. A french kiss- bit of a shock, I had NO idea what I was doing.
Anyway, found out later he had had a girlfriend at the time…grrr.
I was 15. He was the cutest guy I knew at the time. He was also one of my friends. Our circle of friends had been hanging out all night and he had had his arm around my shoulder most of the night. We were lying in the back of our friends El Camino. He leaned over and asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I played dumb and said “what?”. He then kissed me, and I’ve been in love ever since.
Well, I was precocious and had my first girlfirend when I was in kindergarten. I never could figure out why all the other boys thought girls were gross. Anyway, we kissed. No french kissing though. ( I doubt either one of us knew what that was anyway, though I’d already fumbled my way through “Everything you ever wanted to know about sex, but were afraid to ask.”)
Anyway, my first really hot kiss happened when I was 15. We chapped our lips working at it, and it was quite apparent to us that we had invented something new.
We were both 15…I’d had a crush on him from basically the moment I met him, and it took us nearly a year to get to the smooching stage. It happened on the step next to the driveway in front of my house, during a party my best friends and neighbors were having. We dated for the entire school year after that. Let’s just say that there were a lot of movies I attended with him that I don’t remember at all, and I still get teased about how we’d disappear into dark corners at parties. We shared a hall locker sophomore year, which was nothing short of scandalous back then in our circle, almost akin to shacking up.
He was a really nice guy, cute, 2-sport varsity athlete, and graduated #2 in our class of almost 800…but let’s just say I’m sure we’ve both learned a lot about kissing in the interim.
Well, I was 17, she was 18. It was about two weeks into freshman year of college. We went for a walk, we sat down next to a building, we got a little closer…a little closer…a little closer, then she said,
“I’ve never kissed anyone before” I took a hint, said neither have I, and went in for the kill. To my suprise, she stuck her tongue VERY far into my mouth. Seeing as this was the first kiss for both of us I was expecting something a little milder.
Anyways, the kiss led to a relationship that ended a short three months later. Of course, now things are very confusing regarding this, go see my thread in MPSIMS for details.
My first kiss was when I was fourteen. His name was Vinny. He was reallt hot, think a young Vince Neil, and I was thrilled that he asked me out. We went bowling and in the little locker room, he started making out with me. Things started going too far and way too fast, I had to beat him with my bowling shoes. He took me home and that was the last I heard from him.
What’s funny about this is that years later, I was working in the food court and I had made friends with Kimmom2. We were both working on this one night and she came running and told me that this guy who almost raped her on prom night was coming this way. I looked to see who she was talking about and it was Vinny !
He did the same thing to another girl that we worked with too. When he saw all three of us standing there, He turned and ran the other way.
I was 13, it was at the Sadie Hawkins dance, and I didn’t know you were supposed to close your eyes while you were doing it.
Guy turned out to be a jerk, actually.
Summer between the seventh and eighth grades. The girl and I were both 12, “goin’ on 13”. Took place while swimming in a creek. It was steamy! Other activities soon followed. 
We stayed great friends for several years, until college, marriages, and moving away ended contact.
way back in the day:
grade 5, my ‘boyfriend’, at the time, and I had been going out for almost 8 months (I’ve always been heavy into commitment). It was at a friend’s party and the dare was to French Kiss…we did…it freaked me out because it was SOOOO sexual.
My first ‘regular’ kiss happened a year before that, in Grade 4, with my best friend/ ‘boyfriend’, at the time (a different boy)- it was during a game of “Spin the Bottle” and he was my first…
racinchikki, in the parking lot of a Putt-Putt minigolf place, about a year ago. We’d met in person for the first time earlier that day after knowing each other online (we met on the SDMB) for about a year. While we were getting out of the car, I remarked that we hadn’t kissed yet, so we did. 
My first was with a girl i adored for the longest time. We were in northern indiana at a competition for school. She was 17, i was 16. It came out of nowhere as i was walking her to her room in the hotel for the night. It was perfect.
I am still somewhat attached to my “first love”, despite a tumultuous end to our over a year relationship.
Sigh.
I was 19, she was too. She had been my best friend for a while, and I always had a crush on her, though she never showed any interest in me.
Then one night we were on my parents couch (I lived at home) watching a movie we rented - Home Alone, it had just come out on video and I had heard it was good. She had drank a bottle of Christian Brothers brandy and was pretty drunk, I was sober. She asked me if I ever thought about having sex with her, and I said yes. She asked me if I would like to have sex with her, I told her yes, but not when she was that drunk, could I get a raincheck? She then started kissing me, we made out for quite a while (most of the movie I think).
Next day she told me it was a big mistake, and I had no rain check.
I was just 15, she was almost 14, in a park, game of truth or dare. Kissing me was the dare, I am not going into what the truth was, but it was fairly trivial as I remember. 3 Weeks later it was all over, but what a 3 weeks (just the kissing in movie theartres mind, we were only young). Heads up to a stunning girl called Kerry who I haven’t seen in 10 years now.
All in all a very pleasent introduction into the ways of the adult world.
Merrin
My first kiss was Nathan, a guy I’ve known since I was little. Like my first memory of us hanging out is sledding in Rundle park, his family and mine. We were out camping and he and I went into a tent to just sit and talk and whatnot. We ended up playing house… and he kissed me. I was 11 at the time, he was 13. I thought it was cool. I still see him sometimes and I half wish he were single cuz I’d go for him.
My first make-out and hickey happened just in February of this year. A guy I know from work (well when we worked together, he left before the store shut down) called me up and we hung out a bit. I went over to his place one evening and we sat around talking about life and whatnot. He asked me if I was dating anyone… I said no and then the words that came out of my mouh were “Does that mean you are applying for the position?” I can’t make up a line like that. It just happened (and I was completely sober, we both were.) He was like… yah I like you but I don’t really have time for a girlfriend. We ended up making out till I had to go home. Damn buses stopping so early. I haven’t seen him since though I still talk to him on the phone. I would love to see him again… maybe I’ll call him up this weekend.
Mark. I was in fifth grade he was in fourth. A handsome blue-eyed blonde who lived next door. The location was behind a stack of magazines in my parent’s garage. Not the most romantic location I guess but it certainly sufficed.
Sigh.