Describe YourFirstKiss here. also check out ProMissCuiteEOrLackThereof also check out YourBestKiss When I was 16 I went to a homeschooling campout. I had been there before, and I invited a friend of mine to come too, since we were driving practically by her house. On the way up we had all kinds of hormones raging. (plus my twin made sure that we'd get stuck in the back seat together the whole way.) On on the way there we got together with the old slid-your-hand-closer-until-you-meet trick. After a few days, Her and me and another friend hiked to 'wedding rock' which is a huge rock that sticks out into the ocean. Our friend was oblivious to our ragin hormones and went off to look for rocks or something ad we were siting on top of the huge rock, no boulder, no small mountain. So we leaned closer and closer, and...
She said, 'no, I promised my parents not to'. So that was that till we went home. We were back in the back seat again, thanks to my meddlesome twinn, and we were looking into each others eyes, and suddenly i felt her lips touch mine, and that was my first kiss. I was 18. One of my best friends, Alexis, decided "Man! You're 18! And you haven't been kissed yet! You should get that out of the way." So when I was chillin' with her, Spike, and Dean outside a train station, she kissed me. And that was that!
so about a month after I turned 18, I finely saw this girl, that I had fallen for, while writing to her, and had said such things to her a few months befor hand, so once we saw each other in person, it was a interesting, we spent the better part of the after noon, hanging out with some other people we ran in to, and then decided that we needed to find a spot to talk, so after finding a park, discused what we thought was going on between the two of us, and so on, so after haveing felt like we figured everything out, we were just sitting there, on the grass, looking at each other, noticing that it was geting very close to when we told our ride, that we would meet them, and then she leaned in, and kissed me... 10 minuts or so latter, we stoped, and went to find our ride.
I never felt that odd, being that old, befor being kissed, unless I was talking about such things, to someone who was younger then me...
maybe it was becasue most of my closest friends where in the same boat as me, and they were close to my age, and older, so I have never really thought of being any age, and not haveing had been kissed, as being a problem. barely 14 and i was still having problems breathing when he held my hand. he leaned in closer and i looked at the clock. remember the date. you'll want to write about it later, i thought. I was 17, and we were whiling away the last few hours of darkness before Dawn at a New Years part in Port Townsent. He was wearing a light blue down jacket, i still remember what it felt like. The moon was bright. I agreed to the Kiss like a carefully constructed legal agreement- I wasnt now going to "be his girlfriend", we were going to be Friends. and then Decide. It lwasted 45 minutes at the end of Nick B-W drive way. What can i say, ive always been a control freak. ... I still remember the morning i woke up and realized that you could sprain tounge muscles... -Dawn, glowing happily at the memory...
My first kiss. It was the summer I was sixteen, and I had the burning desire to just get it the hell over with. Then I wouldn't be plagued with that horrible, competitive saying "sweet sixteen and never been kissed"; in my vivid imagination, going through the minds of everyone I knew. So. He was handsome in a weird way, he had an attractive pull that was an odd combination of hormones and break-neck flirting. It was summer, and we walked down to a little restaurant in the middle of nowhere with some other kids. Soft lighting, the aching feel of rural emptiness and intangible loss. We ate quickly, staring at each other furtively across the table. After I was done eating, I went to the bathroom to get away from the tension between us, to be able to stare at the girl reflected in the mirror and wonder what on earth she was going to do next. As I was walking back to our table, I saw him in a little alcove, leaning against an antique pay phone, looking at me. I went over. The light was dim, and the air had become electric. We stared at each other, saying the frantically meaningless little things people say to each other before they kiss. His eyes shone, watching me. Did he lean in, or did I? It was so easy, so sweet, so softly romantic, but just a kiss, just a sweet moment of lips brushing lips. This was what all the fuss, the drama, the anxiety was about? I felt like laughing. I've come a long way since I was sixteen. ~Becky~ When I was 14 I stayed at my friend's house for 5 days. She had a younger brother (13) who had had a mad crush on me for several months, and was very obvious about it. I was feeling very geeky for not having a first kiss, because my then (and now as well) best friend frenched when she was 11. I was very curious about the whole kissing thing. The first night I was there, I lay in my bed and wondered "Should I kiss him? no...yes?....no....yes?" The next day we were sitting on his bed playing war and he did the kind of lean-in-with-that-look-on-his-face deal, and i leaned in and then he leaned in...and then i leaned in...and FINALLY our lips touched. I jerked back and covered my lips with my hand and was completely horrified. I not exactly sure why, but I think I was sort of expecting a CRASH!-BOOM!-ride-off-into-the-sunset first kiss. But it was sort of like...kissing my mother; no electricity. We ended up frenching on the couch later, though. And so my life goes, I suppose. mel I was 16......and for about a year I'd had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I have never kissed anyone. thought I. There must be something wrong with me. Why don't guys like me? I didn't know how to talk to guys, how to flirt, how to tell if I was being flirted with. But I did know when I liked someone....and I liked him.....and one day as I was leaving the building where he worked, he put his hands on my hips as I started to leave the building. "I'll see you in a few days" he said quietly, his face coming ever closer to mine. This is it! I thought. There was an overwhealming amount of tentsion as I looked into his eyes. His face was still inching next to mine, and I let my eyes close.....and then his lips brushed my cheek and he pulled back. "Chicken" I whispered, hurt. Always the same.
A few days later I was sitting on his couch playing video games, and he was leaning over me, messing with the controlers since I'm inept at that sort of thing. Our mutual friend was sitting on the floor, absorbed in the game. I glanced up at him, leaning over me, and he caught my eye, and suddenly he was kissing me upside down. Which is a funky way to be kissed, let me tell ya. I always have to do things weirdly. The end. --------------If it weren't for camp, there's a good chance that I still wouldn't have given my first kiss.
As it was I was 17, and playing truth or dare on the last night of camp. I got dared into a three-way kiss with some girl who I hardly knew, and the lovely sweet boy I'd broken up with six days earlier after he and I writing a thorough year's worth of rather devoted email to eachother.
We were all leaning at crazy angles so we wouldn't have to get out or our warm sleeping bags, and there were too many noses, and the lips kept kind of floating around, and the tongue must have belonged to the girl . . I really don't know.
It was a strange and bizarre expirience, and it took another year before I had anything to compair it with. Looking back, it makes an ideal metaphore for the propensity I seem to have for doing thingd Differently.
It was the day after camp '00. I had spent the day at Rick's, hanging out with everyone and particularly one sweet girl. We went out to 'have dinner', which meant we went to the grocery store and bought apples and Ritz crackers. We sat under a tree in front of the middle school, talking shyly and eating... then we stopped. Sat there for a moment. I shyly asked her if we should kiss, because she was leaving later that day and I wouldn't see her for a long time... so we agreed. Sat there a little longer. Leaned in... She was leaning againest the tree, and so there was a little bit of a fumble, figuring out where arms ought to fit. Girl kisses are light as butterflies. She tasted like Ritz crackers, which I'm sure doesn't sound romantic... but we had them for dinner on our anniversary this September.
December 31st, 1999, around 11 pm. I had just turned 15. We had been "going out" to movies and lunch for five months, had said "I love you" to each other three weeks earlier... I had had a crush on him for two years. (For a while I felt odd having a boyfriend... like I "should" have been abnormal and stayed single for longer... my first kiss was a pretty good one. it was summer, and I beleave I was 13. I had a great day with this girl who I was "in love with" I had talked to her for about a month before this. anyways we walked down by a lake. the sun was hitting the water just the right way, she was looking more beatufiul then ever, and I really wanted to kiss her, but I had way to many butterflys flying around in me. so I think I just said "I really want to kiss you" there was a moment of sinlnce where we just looked into each otheres eyes. then we came toghther and kissed, it wasn't bad, but not at all what I thought it would be. that might be because she really had no clue how to kiss.(lol) never the less it was a great moment, and I couldn't have picked a better first kiss... MattB i'm just going to say... i wasn't ready yet. -naomi, who enjoys kissing/necking/mugging more than any extreme sport.NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 22 times, last edited on January 25, 2002 by fiona@nbtsc.org. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
, grinning and musing about the past two years...
) We were at a party friends of my parents were throwing. Kept going outside into the shadows and moonlight, hugging, going back in. Finally, we were hugging, and pulled back just a little, and kissed. He tried to get some tongue in there, I got scared and told him I wasn't ready for that... seems kinda strange in retrospect. It was an awfully nice first kiss. But... every person I've kissed since then seems like another first kiss. The same hesitancy... the same not quite knowing how your lips will fit together. I like kissing. 
