I was 15, he was 16. We went out together for about 6 months. Nerdy goth-and-metal-kid love. He lived in a different town, so we used to take the bus to visit each other. The first kiss was under a tree in the park. He was a damn good kisser. His leather jacket smelt really nice.
I was 17. She was 16.
I was in a somewhat psychedelic band with some buddies, and we were performing at our singers house out in the sticks. About 60 people (mostly girls) showed up.
After the show, I met a girl who went to the same high school as our viola player (our music was along the lines of Yitzak Pearlman meets The Doors). I was sitting on a hammock with some people I’d never met. Several of them stood up and left, leaving me and this fine lady. I asked if she wanted to lie next to me…so she did, and we talked for hours eventually falling asleep.
My mother called early in the morning worried because I didn’t come home that night. After our singers mother answered the phone and confirmed that I was still there alive and well. Then, my mother understandably became angry with me because I didn’t let her know that I was staying the whole night. She wanted me to come home immediately so I did.
For the next couple weeks, it was difficult to get a hold of either the singer of my band or the viola player who both knew the cutie I met that night. I finally got her phone # from the singer and called her and asked her out. Our first date was going to a play. Afterwards, we went to my place and talked for a little while. I was going to kiss her when we got back out to the car, but she laid a good one on me right there on the couch.
3 years and 3 months later, we are still happily in love together and are dating despite being far away from each other after we both went to college.
I meant to say: 2 years and 3 months later…:smack:
My first few kisses were immature Truth or Dare fiascos.
But my first REAL kiss happened when I was 16. I was on my first date with a guy I had met a few weeks before at a concert for his band. (He was the keyboardist)
After seeing a very disturbing play(the contents of which I won’t get into here), we went back to his place, sat on the couch, and just talked. I started to get kind of antsy. I definitely wanted to make a move, but I didn’t know how. I wasn’t even sure if he was interested!
Finally, I thought “What the hell?” and just kissed him right then and there. Yay for girls making the first move!
So was the beginning of our relationship. 2 years and three months later, we are still together in love! 
Geez SpasticKitty, that schmucky keyboard player should have made the first move on you. What a dirtbag!!!
Hi poopface!! I can’t wait to see you in 10 days with all your spastic feline qualities.
I was 16. I was in New York City for the Odd Fellow’s UN Pilgrimage. My group mixed people from my area in Long Island, with other from the west coast. I met a girl from Spokane, Washington. On the last day, we went up to the 86th floor of the Empire State Building. That’s when it happened.
She returned to Spokane the next day. I never saw her again.
I was 16, she was 15 and she was my first girlfriend. We had gone out twice before, the most we had done was hold hands because I was so incredibly shy. On the third date we went out and did something, I can’t remember what but we ended up driving to a small park and walking. It was nightime and a full moon, very bright outside and I remember how beautiful her hair looked and how it was just the barest touch on the chilly side. We didn’t say anything that I can recall but we ended up beside a large abstract cement sculpture, she kinda climbed up on it untill she was just a bit taller than me and we stood there for a minute. She turned away from me for a moment and smiled then turned back towards me and we leaned forward at the exact same time and kissed. My head absolutely swam and I remember hugging her close so she wouldn’t fall off the damned sculpture and I wouldn’t lose my balance and just fall over. I think we dated for about 4 more months before she broke up with me. I’m 25 now, married and I have a daughter but I still think about her at least once a week.
Oh, man… I, too, was never one for the “cooties” thing as a kid. I wanted a girlfriend since kindergarten, and it felt like an eternity before I finally had one, at age 14. Sarah. We were on her couch holding hands and talking and we quickly ended up kissing. We kissed a lot. It was very cool. We were together for less than 3 months, though. She turned out to be somewhat whacked. I heard a rumor years later that she was working for Microsoft.
I really wasn’t surprised.
Her name was Mary, she was seventeen, and so was I. We were standing on her front porch at the end of our second date. It was also our last date, and we knew it then. She was moving away, in just a few days. She was shy, and sweet, and rather tentative, I was terribly nervous, and certainly clumsy. It was daylight, in the early summer evening. Her dad was in the house. The door was open. We said goodbye. We kissed. We both did it very deliberately, softly, and with a bit of lingering, but all and all a chaste and gentle salute to what we both knew would be real goodbye.
I remember it more clearly than most of the things that have happened to me in my life, now, forty years later.
Thank you Mary, for the wonderful kiss, and the wonderful memory.
Tris
“Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.” ~ Edmond Rostand ~
Her name was Tanya. She was 15 and I was 14. It was in the stairwell of her house on a Friday afternoon. Her mom drove us to a football game that night and we kissed the whole way there and the whole way back. I’m sure her mother must have noticed us there in the backseat but she never said anything. It was also my first experience with what was, at the time, commonly called blue balls. Wow. Good times. I wonder what she is doing now?
Another sweet story like Tris has…
It was the summer before high school, on vacation with my family in Tennessee in a beautiful little town in the mountains. I was 14; Frank was 17 and about to go to college. We had met the night before at a youth group event, and sat together for the movie that night (Green Card). We sneaked out about halfway through and went to the playground, where he pushed me on the swings and we talked for a while.
As he walked me home holding hands, we stopped atop one of those perfect little white footbridges over a little creek, where he leaned in and kissed me in the moonlight. He kissed me again at the door, behind which my younger sister and cousin were waiting to hear the full report.
The whole thing was almost out of a movie. A perfect first kiss.
Blue skies,
Catherine