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FROM THE BOYS...
Well I think my first kiss was around 5 or 6 with a girl named Shallow (yep that was her name). We mouthed kissed "like grown ups in the movies do". It was kind of strange now that I think about it. Very adult, and shirts off even, with her brother and a neighbor kid watching us.
As a teenager my first tongue kiss was with my new girlfriend who was a choir soloist and refused to even kiss me for the first few weeks because she had a big recital coming up. Then before play rehearsal (I was a drama geek) she tackled me in the dark backstage and kissed me and it was awkward and I was not very good at it.
Michael T.
Great Falls, Montana
My first kiss came when i was 15 years old to a girl named Jenny Webber. She was a young girl..14 but experienced. I remember kissing her and my whole body was shaking. I was so nervous that I was shaking 2 hours after i was done.
-Anonymous
First kiss I was 17. Was my first girlfriend. I think she had mentioned something about not kissing on the first date so I didn't expect anything. Then on our first date in the middle of the movie she just leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I was so shocked the first thing I said was "What was that for?"
– John Joe
I don't even remember my "first kiss" honestly. I know it was just the average "peck" type kiss. I just really can't say when it was, and there was a couple of times also before my first "real kiss". My first "real kiss" would be when I was around 16. It was pretty much a failed attempt. We both stood there for a while both expecting it, but neither being the one to lean in.
Finally I just went for it and that quick I turned and left. It was a very fast kiss and she expected more. I didn't go out with her again after that. Yeah I got teased for being a bad kisser when I called her and everything. Heck if she was suppose to be a pro she could have taught me, hehe!
Joe H.
Shreveport, LA
First kiss, age 5, kindergarden recess underneath the jungle gym, with, I can't remember her name but she was 5 as well. We pecked for a while when the teachers weren't looking and then "movie kissed" a couple of times.
John
California
Kindergarden.
Nap time.
Under the blanket.
Her name was Kim.
Funny, I was the only one she would kiss then, but come high school I think I was the only one without that privilege.
Ol Man
Mines name was Katie and she'd scratch my back during story time. In the KG baby. I moved to another school after kG and didn't see her again until 4th grade. She wanted nothing to do with me by then.
Daniel B.
North Dakota
I was 12.
It was in the alley behind my house with two tomboy girls that liked to kiss boys there. . .a lot. Apparently, I was the last to know that the alley behind my house was "hookup central".
Her name was Traci I think. She pulled me in-between the garbage cans and went to work. I wasn't expecting any tongue! It was all way too much for me, and so I ran away.
I had an audience as well. The Meithe brothers and Traci's weird girl-friend (who wouldn't comb her hair out of her face) were all staring at us.
True story.
Paul J.
The build-up always seems more exciting than the end result. Or at least that’s how it was as a seventh-grader waiting in front of the movie theater with my first girlfriend. Both of our parents were on the way to pick is up (how cool is that!), so we had to make quick work of it. Only problem is, none of us had locked lips before. So after thinking about it the entire two-hour movie, I finally made my move, taking her by both hands and giving her no option to turn away. After a full week of anticipation, our lips met for an astonishing 7 seconds – and then her dad drove up.
Matt S.
Baton Rouge, LA
FROM THE GIRLS:
I consider myself as having had two first kisses. The first time was at the age of five. My kindergarten boyfriend cornered me under the stairs at school and gave a quick little peck on the lips that left me wondering if that counted as a first kiss. This really came out of the blue because our kindergarten romance had really only consisted of him proclaiming himself my boyfriend and occasionally walking me home.
The next kiss came at the age of fifteen. My boyfriend and I had been dating for a couple weeks when he came over after school one day. We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom talking and laughing about the fact that my previous boyfriend had never attempted to kiss me after a year and a half of dating. He was lying down on the floor propped up on one arm while I was sitting next to him. We had a quite lull in the conversation and just looked at each other and moved our heads a little closer. Before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth. He said he like it. But, I couldn’t help but think that there had to be better kisser in the world.
Amy G.
Arlington, VA
Well I was almost 16 and he was a little older. Chris and I had been talking online/phone for quite a while. I had been over to his apartment several times just hanging out watching movies etc. I don't even really remember what we had been doing that day. I just remember that he was standing in his bedroom and I was getting ready to walk past him to go into the living room. I grabbed his goatee ( he usually keeps his whiskers a bit long and slightly shaggy ) and I gave him a quick tongue swipe kiss. I was there and gone before he knew what hit him lol I had to stand on tip toes
Christina
Yukon, OK
Holy cow, my first kiss. It was third grade playing "seven minutes in heaven" at a classmates party. The boy's name was Steven and he lived down the block from me. We sat there for six and a half minutes, until he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then told me he'd kick me in the shin if I didn't tell everyone he was a good kisser. I highly don't recommend this.
My first real kiss came in Jr. High with a boy named Jeff. He told me at lunch that he like liked me, and I told him I like liked him too. He asked if he could kiss me, and I said yes. Just a head's up- the HS cafeteria in front of the entire student body is a bad idea. I highly don't recommend that either.
I did like the fact that I was asked first, and it took all question out of it. Otherwise, if he just leaned in to kiss me, I probably would've turned my head or laughed nervously, or maybe asked him what he was doing, because I was nervous as anything. It was a simple request, I think he said something like "I'd really like to kiss you if it's okay." True - it does give her the option of saying no, but I think it'd have been better to hear no then to have him be embarrassed by being denied. We kissed, and I remember he sat back with his eyes still closed and said "Wow...." in a really soft voice which made me feel completely special - I liked knowing he thought I was a good kisser, because it made me want to kiss him again later on the school bus.
The second kiss was better than the first, and it just went great from that point forward, once we both had a bit more practice in. I wouldn't have liked it if he was too aggressive, it was a simple, closed-mouth kiss that let me know he thought a lot of me and respected me as well.
Mickey M.
Queens, NY
My first kiss was when I was 5. His name was Mark and (he) was 5 as well. He lived down the street from me and our Moms were best friends and so we played together a lot. We did this recipe book in our Kindergarten class where we wrote down our Mom's favorite recipe and drew a picture. I can remember getting my copy and Mark telling me how much he liked my recipe and picture. I guess I was a sucker for sweet talk because I leaned over and kissed him. It was just a peck but he smiled real big and started chasing me all over the yard trying to kiss me again. LOL
My first French kiss was when I was 8 or 9. His name was Raymond and I think he was 11. He was friends with my twin brothers that were 12 or 13 at the time. I had this huge crush on him because he was so cute...he was tall and was always tan and had these gorgeous green eyes. Me, my brother, and Raymond were all watching TV in the family room down in the basement of our house and my brother Mark went up to grab a snack. I was sitting next to Raymond on the couch and he leaned over and kissed me and the next thing I know his tongue was in my mouth. I was shocked, but it felt nice. We heard my brother coming down the stairs so we stopped kissing and acted like nothing had happened.
Over the next few months we kissed all the time and it was sorda fun because of the whole risk of getting caught. He was an awesome kisser and taught me a lot about fench kissing and how not to be sloppy and what to do with my tongue. This all came to an end when my best friend Lisa down the block told me that she had been kissing Raymond and I told her I had been too. She didn't believe me and we had this big fight and stopped talking for awhile. Little did I know at the time but I had met my first PLAYER! LOL
Chandra
Cleveland, OH
My first kiss was great but it's background needed something lol. I was 16 and I was out with a guy I had known for several years ( no not a date ). We were at his house and he was wanting me to help him feed his horses and stuff like that. Ok, weird! We fed them and whatever else needed to be done. He ended up kissing me while we were sitting on some hay bales. Wow! how romantic yea, I would say that is a major don't do lol. His kiss was a spurr of the moment and he just rubbed his tongue on mine. It sounds really awkward but when put into practice it isn't.
Elizabeth W.
El Reno, OK
“I practiced on the pigs on our farm, my first was named Squeak, I was ten he was about seven months old. His nose kept getting in the way. Later that night we slaughtered and ate him.”
Name withheld
STILL WAITING….
Hahaha, I don't even have a story! Can't have a first kiss if you've never had a kiss. Physical contact isn't really my cup of tea. Not unless you want to hear about me snuggling with my Cthulhu plush. Which is a story for a later (re: never) time...
WHY?
…I guess I've never really been into the idea of physical contact. It's not from a religious standpoint or anything, and I certainly like hanging out with people regardless of gender, but I've never really been attracted to anyone I know. This, of course, excludes celebrities and Japanese pop-stars, but that's an entirely different story. Maybe I'm just really waiting for the right person, or maybe I'm just non-sexual, but that's the way things always have been for me. I'm sure there's something icky and Freudian behind it all.
Of course, I've never been a really 'normal' girl, or even a 'normal' person, so I'm not sure what of any use this is to a generalized essay. I don't mean that in a doesn't-fit-in kinda way, I mean that in a diagnosed 'abnormal' kinda way . Still, if this is of any help, yeeee.
Sara, 18,
Pittsburgh, PA
AND LAST OF ALL …….Our Strangest First Kiss Story:
Everyone’s first kiss should be from someone they’re close to. From a person they spend time with not based purely on a physical attraction, but rather someone that holds a special place in their life. That they connect with. A friend.
Sadly, my first kiss followed that rule way too closely. And my second, not at all.
I graduated high school without my first kiss, and I wasn’t faring too well by the end of my first year at CEGEP (In Quebec, where I’m from, we have a level of school called CEGEP, between high school and university, similar to college). I had integrated socially, was working on the student newspaper as sports editor, and had really found my stride. But I hadn’t found a girl to stride by my side. Maybe I latched on to crushes too long, maybe not being a drinker meant I didn’t get past that stiff stage that alcohol loosens up. Regardless, the girls weren’t flocking my way.
To celebrate the beginning of summer, Mike Gendron invited his friends, including many staff members of the John Abbott newspaper, to his home for a barbecue. Fun was had, meat was served, I heard my first GI Joe pop culture reference from someone other than myself. Later, when many of the attendees were gone, the twenty remaining party goers went downstairs and somehow, a game of Truth or Dare started. But being a bunch of seventeen to twenty year olds, we were less interested in truth, and more interested in dares.
I was behind the counter pouring myself a glass of water when I heard our host start a dare. “I dare Aaron to kiss…” I saw him scanning around the room. Aaron wasn’t friends with Mike or anyone from the newspaper directly, he was there through me. That made me the most dramatically appropriate person for this dare. So, I ducked behind the counter.
I’m sure the sudden movement caught Mike’s eye and gave him an idea right away. “Ryan (edit).” he said, using my full name so that there was no confusion. I crept up from behind the counter and looked Aaron in the eye. He shrugged and walked towards me. It was the last time for at least ten minutes that we made eye contact.
We got close. Closer. Close enough to head butt. “Twenty seconds, minimum,” Mike injected. We nodded. And kissed. Everyone at the party counted to twenty. When it was over, I went back to the sink and washed my mouth out.
It was a pretty silly reaction. I certainly didn’t enjoy the kiss but it’s not like I’d contaminated my mouth. It was mostly the disappointment that as far as first kisses go, I was stuck with a pretty bad one. Aaron later did me a favor and dared me to kiss a girl.
An attractive girl at that. Athletic build, brown hair that wasn’t too long. Pretty with a great smile. She even had a name, but what it was I don’t remember. I can’t really remember her voice, and I forget anything we talked about that night. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s forgotten me just as much, probably more. But that was my first kiss from a girl.
My first kiss was from a guy, my second from a stranger. There are stories around both kisses but neither kiss was memorable. Luckily, I didn’t give up on locking future lips.
I could definitely tell stories about my most memorable first kiss.
I’d gotten wind of a crush a friend’s friend had on me, a girl. We had a date and it went alright, but I left her kissless on her doorstep. So, on Canada Day, I threw a party. I’d thrown a Canada Day party the year before that was no great success. I had no plans to throw another, but I needed an excuse to see her again. I went to a great deal of planning to build this party just for her, so it was unfortunate that I wasn’t at top form. Between our first date and Canada Day, I managed to give myself a concussion and the worst black eye of my life. So bad, I couldn’t open it for the first two days.
My second Canada Day party outpaced the first by kilometers. More people, better integration of different friends. But she was the highlight. She showed up wearing her pride, bright red and very tight pants with a sporty red shirt to match. She showed up first with her friend. We chatted a bit, although there were the expected awkward silences. When more people showed up, and the festivities started, we continued to trade smiles and glances. Whenever we sat down, I made sure I was next to her. To her right, to hide my black eye. Without provocation, I placed a hand on her knee. We were in a crowd of my friends, so had it gone bad, it would have been a grand scene. Fortunately, she was nothing but thankful to have it there.
Late into the night, past 2:00 am, she went to call a cab. I showed her to the phone. Naturally I stuck by her side. She needed to know my address after all. She hung up the phone and told me the cab would be there soon. We stood together in silence for just a second, and we agreed without words that it was time to kiss. She put her arms around my neck. I put mine around her waist. The kiss was nice and soft. Our tongues explored each others mouths as I massaged her back. She let out a yelp when I picked her up and carried her over to the couch, where the kissing resumed. It didn’t bother her that she was kissing a purple-faced Cyclops. For all the build up to this kiss, there was nothing she wanted more right then. And I was right there with her, sharing a wonderful first kiss.
We’d all like our first kisses to be miracles that the stars themselves turn to watch. But even if we end up with a lousy very first kiss, there are many more kisses to come, each bringing with it the chance for the kiss you’ll never forget.
Ryan C.
Toronto, CANADA
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