Do you remember your first kiss?

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  • Micahroni84
    Micahroni84 Posts: 452 Member
    unfortunaltely yes i do and i remember who it was with, thank you for reminding me can somebody pass me the memory bleach please

    I know what you mean. Mine was at age 12 with a "boyfriend" who kissed like what I imagine it would feel like to have your faced licked by a chiuaua on speed. We ended up dating breifly 4 years later until our second first kiss and again, Chiuaua on speed. I was like, "Really? 4 years to improve on your technique and still this?"

    We didn't have another date after that. LOL!
  • Quasita
    Quasita Posts: 1,530 Member
    Was at my Junior homecoming dance. My date had approached me several times prior ot the dance, and during the dance, acting like he was going to do it, but he didn't...

    Then the last song of the night, "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan (ironic??) was playing and we were dancing forehead to forehead and my lips brushed his mustache and I knewit was going to happen...

    And he proceeded to shove his entire tongue so far into my mouth that I nearly choked, pulled back, and went in again, this time I was ready and fended him off with mine and I stuck out the rest of the song before jetting to the bathroom to cough and check my gagging.

    On the way home, we got into an argument because he didn't believe it was my first kiss because I was "too good" and all I could think was, dude, I was trying to save my life!
  • MustBeTheRows
    MustBeTheRows Posts: 377 Member
    I remember mine. But it's not my favorite.

    My favorite was a couple months ago right after a tickle fight on the bed.
  • PandaHerber
    PandaHerber Posts: 43 Member
    I was 11, and it was behind a pizza parlor. He had been my "boyfriend" for almost 2 months so it seemed like the important thing to do. It was quick and chaste - but always remembered.

    The best first kiss is from my current BF though. The first date went really well, but he was so quiet and almost shy. I kind of wondered if there would be a second date or if maybe I was a little out there for someone like him. He walked me to my truck and then grabbed me and kissed me. He practically lifted me up in his arms and held me so tightly. 1st thought - OMG where did this come from. 2nd thought - Oh ya - I'm keeping him. Still makes me swoon every time he kisses me.
  • Quasita
    Quasita Posts: 1,530 Member
    unfortunaltely yes i do and i remember who it was with, thank you for reminding me can somebody pass me the memory bleach please

    I know what you mean. Mine was at age 12 with a "boyfriend" who kissed like what I imagine it would feel like to have your faced licked by a chiuaua on speed. We ended up dating breifly 4 years later until our second first kiss and again, Chiuaua on speed. I was like, "Really? 4 years to improve on your technique and still this?"

    We didn't have another date after that. LOL!

    OMG I totally know what you're talking about, I once had a guy ask me what I'd do if he told me I was the most beautiful person he'd ever known and he didn't think he'd ever meet someone more beautiful than I was... I kissed him (later found out it was his first) and he did this and I was like woah hey slow down tiger! I even tried to teach him to go slower but the moment I relaxed mymouth, it was lick lick licklick
  • nicehormones
    nicehormones Posts: 503 Member
    Yes. It was the start of men doing things just to shut me up :P



    I wish it had been a little more special.
  • puggleperson
    puggleperson Posts: 740 Member
    I do! It was horrible!!! I was shaking in my boots LOL BUT I sure did LOVE the guy ..... Haven't seen him in years... Weird!
  • CdnPgnMom
    CdnPgnMom Posts: 172 Member
    I remember all of my first kisses. My very first one was sloppy and gross...lol. I was 13 (2 days before my 14th birthday) and I seriously never wanted to do it again! :/
  • JadedSouls
    JadedSouls Posts: 136 Member
    I do.. was with my best friend growing up and we were 12 .. such a sloppy kisser he was!
  • aippolito1
    aippolito1 Posts: 4,894 Member
    Yep, it was two of my best friends' brother and we were smitten. I was 15 and he was 17. Now he's married to a b|tch, and I laugh at the karma... he was a jerk to me after the kiss, so you get what's comin' to ya! My first kiss with my current boyfriend was super awkward 'cause his style of kissing is SO different from mine. I'm more aggressive and he's more subtle. Needless to say, things worked out for the better. I learned to adapt and we've been together almost 3 years.
  • mdundon09
    mdundon09 Posts: 66 Member
    Yep, I was 18 and it was my future husband at his parent's house for his 21st birthday party. I was so embarrassed after he kissed me that I ran away and hid in the bathroom for 15 minutes. We still laugh about it today! He was so shocked when I just took off. Poor guy. lol
  • ChristiH4000
    ChristiH4000 Posts: 531 Member
    2nd grade, roller skating with my baby-crush and fellow 2nd grader, he leaned over and gave me a quick peck (on the cheek, I think) and I fell on my butt. :happy:
  • 10acity
    10acity Posts: 798 Member
    I've never actually had a real kiss. :embarassed:

    You're young. You want to give them time to improve, anyway. :wink:
  • HarleyQuinn_12
    HarleyQuinn_12 Posts: 363 Member
    Yes, I do. It was actually to date one of the best kisses I have ever had.
    Every time I think about it, I get a silly grin on my face.
  • proudtexan71
    proudtexan71 Posts: 203 Member
    High school football game, behind the concession stand.

    Sweet memory.
  • FJcntdwn2sknyluv
    FJcntdwn2sknyluv Posts: 651 Member
    Oh man, yes but it was gross, I didn't even want to kiss the guy... total peer pressure as it was me and 2 friends and him and his 2 friends. *sigh* yeah.. meant nothing...
    But I do remember my first kiss with my boyfriend ( who will become my husband ), it was a sweet little peck on the lips, when he came over to watch a movie.. :) By the end of the movie we were making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers.. :-) We still do that every now and again.. LOL...
  • Ephena
    Ephena Posts: 610 Member
    First kiss...I don't remember his name but hey I was 5 and it was on the playground at recces.

    Second kiss....in a movie theater while watching "10 Things I Hate About You", I was 13.

    Don't remember first kiss with ex-husband, probably suppressed it along with most of the memories from that disaster.

    There are a few other memorable ones :blushing:
  • 10acity
    10acity Posts: 798 Member
    My first kiss ever was with my little boyfriend when I was about 4 (yep). My best girlfriend at the time was moving in with lips puckered, so I rushed over, knocked her out of the way, and kissed him myself. I've always had this little possessive streak..

    Unfortunately, my best first kiss to date was with the stupid ex with whom I wasted 3 years of my life. He's a gigantic @hole, but damn is he a good kisser. I don't recall anyone else ever causing me literal weakness in the knees. :grumble:
  • whitehandlady
    whitehandlady Posts: 459 Member
    11 years old....behind the movie theatre...with a guy old enough to drive....his name was travis...he smelled great and was dressed like he belonged in a Guns n Roses video...lol

    i don't remember the movie

    it was either House Party 2 or Wes Craven's The People Under the Stairs???
  • MelMoly
    MelMoly Posts: 1,303 Member
    My fist kiss went a little like this... Hehe ok so I've had many a kissing moments...

    But...My fist kiss I was playing Jurassic Park with my brother and his friend (you know those cool dinos with bite chunks out of them!) anyways I pulled that kid behind the chair and kissed him :)

    My first real kiss was in 8th grade at the jr high plays with the highschool band night ;) also
    My fist love :) haha!
  • I was 14 and my very first boyfriend was walking me to class, and he just kissed me. We're both 22 now, and still really good friends. =]
  • I absolutely do! I was 12 and my first boyrfriend michael jumped off his dads truck and laid one on me! What is really crazy is that the man I am marrying is also named Michael..
  • whitehandlady
    whitehandlady Posts: 459 Member
    i also remember the feeling best of all....like whiskey in my veins....like fire.....mmmmmm
  • Suziq2you
    Suziq2you Posts: 396 Member
    Vividly. I was 12, he was 14. It still makes me smile.
  • xYumzx
    xYumzx Posts: 953 Member
    He asked me out i said yes because I felt bad... and then he kissed me with so much tounge i thought id choke... ekkkk
  • sma83
    sma83 Posts: 479 Member
    My VERY first kiss was at 12, during a game of Truth or Dare and happened to be my big brothers best friend! lol Neither one of us knew what we were doing and it didnt help that everyone else there was laughing at us. The first one that REALLY counted was a few years later. I was 15 and it was with my first true love. I will never ever ever ever forget that moment. It turned into a 2 hour make-out session, lol. It was absolutely wonderful. Not many kisses have lived up to that first one...but then, no one other man has lived up to my first love either. He will forever be the mold I measure all men against! lol
  • mjlobeau
    mjlobeau Posts: 28 Member
    ewww i unfortunately remember
  • christine24t
    christine24t Posts: 6,063 Member
    Yep, I was 18 and it was my future husband at his parent's house for his 21st birthday party. I was so embarrassed after he kissed me that I ran away and hid in the bathroom for 15 minutes. We still laugh about it today! He was so shocked when I just took off. Poor guy. lol

    I've never been kissed on the lips but I was kissed on the cheek and I sprinted off too because it was so embarrassing. At least your relationship worked out though (mine didn't)!
  • yoovie
    yoovie Posts: 17,121 Member
    1996 - I changed his name to my teddy bear's name cause well... its his business too.

    We were sitting in pitch black in his pickup. It was almost midnight. Summertime in Louisiana. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and most of his jaw-length hair was tied back out of his eyes. I loved the space between his nose and his top lip. I always focused my eyes there when I felt too naked to look him in the eyes. I felt love. It was tangible and strong. I felt whole.

    I smelled the leather of the seats, I smelled his cologne and his sweat and his cigarette, dangling lazily from his fingertips on the steering wheel. I smelled the wilting flower behind my ear; a weed like a daisy. The radio was quietly playing Glycerine, by BUSH. I remembered every word and sang them to myself. My long legs awkwardly turned toward him, one knee pulled up on the seat. I was nervous and that was unusual when we were together.

    I picked at the frayed edges of the picnic blanket on the seat between us. It had been an amazing day, spent lying in the sunshine together, the sun baking us. We'd passed the wine bottle back and forth and our laughter echoed through the sun-faded field.

    It was strange to spend hours wrestling with someone as kids and now finding yourself a little too aware of any physical contact and what it might mean. There was a thrill in it. I found myself holding my breath when I was at the center of his attention. I noticed myself looking at him differently, feeling that undeniable attraction. He was still himself but there was a different side of our friendship trying hard to solidify at this very moment. I'd never felt this way before. Never. I was helpless against him. Helpless, innocent and truly happy.

    His head laid back lazily against the headrest and his eyes bored into mine. Green; green and so intense. He had a way of pulling me closer without touching me or saying anything. To anyone on the outside, we looked like the eternal bad boy and the innocent small town girl. The wolf and the lamb. I sat there beside him in the dark cabin of his truck. I looked up and met his stare with an indulgent and patronizing white flag. This was always a game to him. Who had the integrity to stop themselves from looking away first? Who was comfortable enough to bare their soul to someone else without distraction? He knew he would never break first, but I faced him anyway so I could watch him bare his soul to me. He laughed at my pitiful resignation.

    “You never take me serious, babe.”

    “I do. I've just gotten used to it. That's the only way you look at me, anymore. It's when you don't look, that I worry.”

    It was so good to see him like this, with perfect calm on his face. Though he'd just graduated in spring, I still had two years left, so we were enjoying our time in the summer together as much as possible before I had to go back to school. Before he would start working at the mechanic shop. I didn't want to think about the end of summer rapidly approaching. He'd been playful and happy all day long. He leaned just a fraction of an inch closer. The laughter was gone and only a smirk was there, now. Barely noticeable. Arrogant. He looked right into me. I never felt more exposed than when he was looking at me and saying nothing. He wasn't judging you when he stared me down like this, it was just the only way he could ever communicate what he was feeling.

    He reached down and pulled my ankles up over his knee. I settled down further in my seat and he mimicked me, sliding down further in his. We were leaning against the doors facing each other, now. He held my flip-flop hostage while sticking his boots up near my nose. I laughed and shoved him away, lunged at my shoe- which he was now dangling out the window behind him. I yanked off one of his boots and tossed it out the back window and into the bed of the truck. But he never changed the look on his face. Calm, intrigued and always arrogant. Catching me by my braid when I tried to crawl over him to reach out the window, he pushed me back against my door, holding me there with his bootless foot against my ribs. He held up a finger telling me to stay on my side of the truck. He crossed his arms and settled back down. I covered my mouth so I wouldn't laugh, but he started wiggling his toes against my stomach, tickling me.

    “Woman. Would you sit still and listen to me for a minute? Damn.” He winked at me and then did something he'd never done before. He pulled me back over to him, sitting me in his lap, his right thumb rubbing gently back forth behind my elbow. It caught me by surprise to be in his lap with his arms closing around me. My heart was fluttering in my chest like the sound of a hummingbird through a bullhorn. He was warm and I wanted to wrap myself completely in him. He'd never held me like this before. My body loved him as much as my heart and my mind. I realized I loved him. I mean, I always knew I loved him, but I was in love with him, too. I knew it at that moment. There would never be anyone for me but Max. I did my best to put on my serious face and let him have his moment. But I felt like I was falling, and fast.

    His eyes were warm tonight. Soft. Thoughtful. Less cocky than normal. My face always reflected what I could find when he stared at me so he was pleased when I smiled back. I knew he was showing me that he loved me. That was the only way Max felt he could tell me something honestly; by feeling it hard enough that I could see it. My heart exploded in my chest.

    Then his eyes got darker and his smile changed. I couldn't read his eyes anymore.

    “What?” I stared back at him, unsure of what I saw; he looked down at my hair, twisting the long braid over my shoulder. We were so close, and the heat in the truck just intensified everything that was making my insides shiver.

    “You know what.”

    It was a statement, not a question. His fingertips deliberately twirled the tip of my hair in circles. It set me shivering, again. I heard him singing along with the radio quietly. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust.

    His voice was almost a whisper but he emphasized certain random lyrics that he felt deserved his attention at the moment. He was never in a hurry when we were together. He was perfectly content to lose himself in his own mind while he held me. The cicadas were humming and crickets chirped in the field behind us. His headlights lit up the forest tunnel of the dusty country back road. Old wooden fences, coated by years of mold and moss and mud blended with the forest behind them. My young heart was now thunder in my chest. The day's sunburn and the darkness surrounding us hid the deep blush on my face. The air was thick with moisture and my hair was clinging to my neck and forehead. I could taste the sheen of sweat on my skin when I bit my top lip.

    When he looked at me again, his eyes were full of fire and then his mouth was on mine.

    My first kiss. It carried me away in a blaze. It was urgent and wild. I felt it.

    sigh.... you should hear me reminisce about losing my virginity...
  • mommyhof3
    mommyhof3 Posts: 551 Member
    One night my friend and I went out to the bar. I saw a guy at the pool table who looked a lot like the guy I used to flirt with in high school. (my high school boyfriend hated him) It was him! There was a blonde standing next to him but that didn't stop me. I walked over to him and took his hat. He asked for it back and I asked what are you going to do for it?". He dropped the blonde and left the bar with me. Just outside the bar we had our first kiss. I will never forget that feeling.

    Now 17 years later we are still married and have 3 kids. He was not my first kiss but he is the one that can still melt my heart and give me butterflies whenever he kisses me :heart: