My first kiss… it was two days ago. I’m fourteen, a scout, and I still can’t really believe it happened. I read these, and it struck me, not all of them were pleasant. Not all of them – or even most of them – were what you wished for. Mine was. It was sweet. I met him about 11 weeks ago. I’m a scout, as I said, and I was going at this scout-course for patrol-leaders. To teach us how it was done. He was scout from somewhere else. We shared the same interests, so naturally we talked. HTML and role-playing and stuff. Fantasy. In the wind shelter, I lay beside him. In Sweden that’s no big deal – girls and boys live in the same wind shelters, and you lie beside the person you intend to talk to. So we worked, and dragged around firewood, and got mud all over ourselves. In the morning we smiled at each other. It felt good. We didn’t talk much. A week later, there was the second part of the course. This time inside, with a lot of theoretical things. Me and Joel and two other guys occupied the two bunk beds facing each other. I was still talking to Joel, mostly, so when we had our pauses I would sit in his bed and talk to him. Hard to really talk through the bunk. After a while, since we’re scouts and all, I came to sit very close to him, leaning on him as he lay down. (he’s too lazy to sit up). Ok, so I wasn’t really sitting. But anyway. The two other guys, who was in our patrol and friends of ours, of course made some rough jokes about it, but we had expected no less. It stayed at that. In the scouts, it doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything. Although I felt neither Joel nor me was the kind who did that if it meant nothing. So we kept in touch over the internet. Ten weeks later, I arranged a reunion hike for my patrol. Hike, as in a scout-gathering over at least one night, not necessarily walking or anything. We stayed inside and watched movies through the night. That was the whole point to it. It was me, Joel, and two other people. I of course sat down beside Joel in the corner. At first we just sat there, our arms touched, but nothing more. After a movie or two, my head had sort of slid down to rest on his shoulder. I will not deny that when he leaned his head against mine in response, I felt a thrill of tension and warmth inside me. After a while, our hands touched accidentally ever so lightly. We of course made more of that. I didn’t realize it, but he probably felt the same tension I felt. So we played with each others hands, stroking, squeezing, just holding. It was so sweet – you have to remember that I had not been through this before. Somewhere into the seventh movie or so, I just felt like raising my hand and started playing with his hair. His curly dark hair. What I didn’t expect, was that he in response would raise his and stroke my cheek and chin, and play with my ear lobe. It was a shock. But a pleasant one. The only thing that bothered me was whether the others was watching us or not. I knew they had glanced at us from time to time – sheesh, we were almost as interesting as the movie. And they didn’t see what went on under the blanket, they only saw our heads. Then it happened. I didn’t recognize it at first. He turned my face against his with that hand on my cheek. I felt his nose against mine… then, because I didn’t answer to his moves, the moment was over. I sat, and didn’t think of the movie, as he continued to stroke my chin. It wasn’t a rejection, it was just hesitation from both sides. The kiss didn’t come suddenly, oh no. I wondered whether I was ready for my first kiss or not. It was a silly question, and I don’t know where I got it from – it was the guy I wanted, it was the ideal moment, it was dark and cozy and warm, and we were so close… And then he turned my head again. I don’t know whether it was him or me who started that movement, but it really didn’t matter. I poured myself out to him, our noses rubbed, we leaned our heads together, and we kissed. It was just as I wanted it to be. It wasn’t any tongue or anything – sheesh, it’s my first kiss after all – but it wasn’t just a brief touch either. It felt like it looks on TV, except we weren’t drooling all over each others faces. It was gentle. Sweet. It felt right. That was all that happened. That was all that mattered. We still lay curled up together, stroking each others hands, leaning our heads on each other. But so far, the sweetest moment in my life was five minutes to 8, Swedish winter time, the 9th of February 2005. My first kiss was everything you’d want a first kiss to be.
My first kiss came out of nowhere. We’d both been invited to a college party of no spectacular proportions where a bunch of our mutual friends were congregated. I liked dancing, but I must admit that I liked seeing him even more. He’s a terrific person and can always make me laugh. It was nearly night’s end when he decided that it was time for him to go home. I walked him out to his car and he offered to let me sit on the passenger’s side. Before I could comment on how I would miss him, he leaned in and kissed me. At first it made me feel excited and dazed, but now it’s just a warm, happy feeling I’ll remember always.
My first kiss is a day i will never forget. I took a friend out to the movies and the girlbehind me came and sat next to me. I was actually planing to give my girlfriend my first kiss but the girl behind me ( who i didnt know), just came up and kissed me. A day later me and my girlfriend split up. Now i am marred to the girl who my first kiss went to, the girl who sat behind me.
my first kiss was with this 24 year old lass, needless to say i didnt tell her it was my first kiss.she had so many boyfriends before,and i dunno if i can measure up to her.we have this creaky relationship going on,she jst broke up with our classmate,she likes me,but doesnt want to fully commit yet.we have another classmate who totally likes me,her bestfriend,but i dont like her.we had this deal that i can kiss her smack in her lips,bt i gotta kiss our classm8 in the cheek for her birthday present.she was cooking dinner for us,and then i told her to teach me how to kiss now,and she kept saying the food’s getting cold,so we was arguing who will go where,as she doesnt want to lie.so i jst puller her to her bed, to my unsurprise,her body was saying yes while her lips where saying no.so we i was embracing her and she was surprised how quick i came at her,we both settled down first coz she was taken aback by someone six years younger.then when we settled down, i gave her one, and another one, and another one, and another one, and another one.i loved it,only hoped it was much longer.
Well, technically I guess my first kiss was in Sunday School when Jordan (who I wanted to marry at the time)looked at me and told me to kiss the peice of construction paper he was holding in front of his face. Somehow, in my four year old mind, what he was saying didn’t click, so I kissed the paper while he kissed the other side. I couldn’t talk for about a half hour after that, and I know my face went beet red. As for my REAL first kiss, I’m saving that for my one and only, no matter how crazy everyone else thinks that is.
My first kiss was just yesterday. I am now 12 in grade 7 and just yesterday, we had a school dance. It was for 6 hours with only grade 7 and 8s. I was a really goodie goodie girl like last year, but then I just changed alot. Then this hot blonde had a crush on me and he announced it to almost everyone. Well I kind of like him too, and I’m like the “open” kind. Yesterday during slow dance, we didn’t dance because I don’t do slow dances, but I just asked him “Do you like me” and he just quickly said yes. At that moment I grabbed him and frenched him, while all these teachers and other friends were watching.
my first kiss happened about a month ago. we were riding home from a football game on a BAND BUS. the whole way home i was curled up in his lap with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder, but as we pulled back into our school, he lifted his head off of mine, and i looked up to see what he was doing, and he leaned in and kissed me! it wasnt just a peck, but it wasnt frenching or anything. it was just an awesome and scary feeling that i absolutely love.