Gosh this makes me all giggling and tingly and totally missing first kisses… sorry Andy.
I want to build a time machine to go back in time to relive them all.
Tell me about your very first kiss.
I was in 3rd grade and invited the birthday party of the boy who lived next door. I was one of the only girls there, and we were all in his basement playing hide and seek, and I was so super nervous because my biggest crush ever, blonde flat-top Justin (the kid always had a flat top haircut with lighting bolts shaved in the sides. God he was the coolest), was hiding behind a pile of pool chemical boxes with me, so I was all giggly and looked super adorable in my new blue dress and white tights.
I had to pee really bad, but the hell I was going to give up my chance to be thisclose to him, plus getting in and out of my tights was a bitch and I totally needed adult help, so I held it. And held it. After, like, 5 minutes of hiding, we got bored and The Bangles as my witness, Justin leaned over and quickly kissed me on the lips. No words were exchanged, and it was as quick as a bee sting.
But, in all my excitement, I completely forgot to concentrate on holding my bladder, and I peed right there on the cement next to blonde flat-top Justin.
I didn’t even give Justin a chance to notice or scream out in disgust. I ran upstairs, grabbed my coat and ran all the way home crying in wet tights. My legs were chapped and I waddled around bowlegged for a fucking week. But I never forgot my first kiss.
I remember mine. Pajama shorts, my brothers old t shirt no bra in the parking lot of my older sisters apartment building with her drunk friend he yelled at me from the ground below. Le sigh.
My first wasn’t until my 16th birthday party and it was a boy I’d liked for a long time. It was horrible. Wet, messy, disappointing. But I still remember the exhilaration of that first time :-)
It was kindergarten. I told him to meet me under the table, where I told him he was my boyfriend and gave him a quick smooch on the lips.
I don’t remember my first peck but I remember the fist time a boy shoved his tongue in my mouth. Grade 6… Billy. In my basement. He came to say hi to me and I was not expecting what came next.
So. GROSS.
Why was he shoving his tongue in my mouth?
And why did he come all the way across town to do it?
I was a late bloomer in the kissing department… I thought boys were gross until I was like 15 so I wasn’t really interested. THEN I found myself wildly attracted to my best friend’a cousin right around 16 years old and that was it. Smitten with butterflies and rainbows and all that mushy crap. Couldn’t even find the words to talk to him until a party at my house where we all got 16 year old drunk and I told him to kiss me. He smiled, I melted and he said are you sure. I said YES! He kissed me, I died and came back to life and after that night he acted like nothing happened and hardly ever spoke to me again. In a funny twist of fate, we were partners at her wedding 10 years later and I looked AMAZING and was like HA! Good times…
It was a little over a year ago, I was 22 (I’m a late bloomer). My date and I were walking next to a river and we stopped under a bridge, I had no idea what was happening until he swooped in to kiss me and I squawked NO!, clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed him away. I didn’t actually let him kiss me until about a week after, he need chap-stick and it wasn’t as exciting as I thought it would be.
I was a late bloomer too. I was 19 and on a bus coming back from a sorority formal. I tried to play it all cool like I knew what I was doing, but on the inside I was totally freaking out. Not a bad kiss though. ;)
Mine was pretty fantastic. I wasn’t allowed to date (or really even have guy friends) as a kid. When I was 14 I spent a summer with a friend’s family at their lake cabin in Michigan. The boy next door (16) and I talked and flirted for weeks, but we were always surrounded by tons of people. Until my last day there. We managed to be in his kitchen alone and he grabbed me and kissed me. Turned into a makeout session, still standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, for a good ten minutes or so before other kids came barging in and we quickly stepped apart. It was a perfect first kiss at the end of a truly amazing summer.
Now I’m pining away. I haven’t thought about that kiss in years…
i was a huge tomboy growing up and was one of the guys, so i was a late “first kisser”. it was a week before my 16th birthday. i had a boyfriend but he was too scared to kiss me. His best friend was in love with me, but he was one of my bestest buds. All my friends were hanging at my house and we never had any snacks, so this friend asked me to run down to his house with him to help him carry some drinks over. Well, half way over he pulled me to the side and totally made out with me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted my first kiss dammit LOL. It lasted for what seemed like an entirety. I felt so bad, the next day I called my boyfriend and told him and he said he saw! OPPS! but he didn’t break up with me and the next day I got my kiss from him. It was a good week. That is the only time I ever “cheated” on someone. Ahhhh memories of my dysfunctional childhood :)
Seventh grade boyfriend at a Halloween party in someone’s garage; we had been “going together” for over a year and had never actually kissed. We broke up three months later because I wanted to kiss other boys.
Can’t recall my very first kiss, but I’m thinking about some great first kisses with fellas from my past. I have to admit that my favourite first kiss was with my husband… Even then, before we knew what would be between us, it was just a really incredible first kiss.
At the end of our first date, after spending a couple of hours over beers talking, laughing, and connecting, he kissed me so wonderfully (with his finger tips on the small of my back…sigh), that I was a goner.
I love this story. My favorite first kiss was with my husband, too. He walked me home in a snowstorm in Chicago, we could barely see straight. I was so overwhelmed by the chemistry that I fell into the snowdrift behind me when we stopped kissing. We were engaged (no joke) the next day.
First of all this video rocks! It made me feel all squishy inside! Lol Brittany, I totally feel for you..peeing your pants isn’t cool regardless of what Adam says! So, my first kiss was with Mark Pirelli….cutest boy in 3rd grade. We had a hot and heavy game of handball and both of us chased the ball behind the Coach’s Shack. Nose to nose and a quick peck on the lips! I’m not sure but I think I went into shock. We too didn’t say much however later that day he did pull me into the boy’s bathroom. This was a sign we were officially going steady! Yep, it was a good day..lolol. ;)
I was in 7th grade when I got my first kiss. My best friend, Sarah, found out I had never kissed a boy before. She made her boyfriend kiss me. I was so shocked and grossed out when he stuck his tongue in my mouth, I ran all the way home crying (about 3/4 of a mile.) Across a highway, over the train tracks, and down the long road home. When I got home I was sobbing and my mom asked what was wrong. All I could say was “He stuck his tongue in my mouth,” over and over.
The fist kiss that I was actually into was was with Jason Laskowski at the movies, playing pass the gum. March 2nd of my 8th grade year. Yes, I remember the date. How could I forget the date of my first kiss, first date, and my first period. Triple whammy.
Oh noooo! I want to time travel so I can be that adult who tells you to pee and helps you with your tights before you start playing hide and seek. Did Justin ever say anything?
My family and I used to vacation in an all-inclusive family-style resort in Canada run by Jehovah Witnesses. It was wonderfully homey, with no technology beyond simple lighting except a radio on square dance night and a microphone during the talent show. I was 12, the summer before my seventh grade year, and we spent the whole week together, playing mini-golfing, swimming, hiking. He and I were perfectly matched in our youth and innocence, and on the last night, after the talent show, standing under the stars with the frogs croaking, he jammed every inch of his tongue as far down my throat as he could until I nearly vomited. When I didn’t do anything in response, there really wasn’t any room to move my own tongue or anything, he pulled his tongue out, kissed my forehead and said “see you next summer”. We spent every summer after that together, I even traveled across the country for his brother’s Bar Mitzvah (where we made out like crazy), but after that first year we never kissed at the resort again.
My first kiss was a dare to kiss my just-started-dating-that-day boyfriend when I was in 8th grade. It was sweet and awkward with friends watching. I don’t know that I had any preschool kisses but my son sure has. I’m already feeling sorry for all the girl’s hearts he breaks and all the moms that will hate me for raising him.
I was in 4th grade. I had a huge crush on this boy in my class and he must have felt the same way because he asked me “out.” We spent weeks hanging out with each other at recess and holding sweaty hands in the dark when we watched movies in class. Then, for my birthday, he bought me a necklace and earrings (even though I didn’t have pierced ears and still don’t). We made this elaborate plan to be excused to use the restroom around the same time and secretly met in the cloakroom so he could give me my presents. I still remember standing there in the dark musty room, holding my present in my hands, surrounded by brown bag lunches and snow boots. He leaned in and gave me a wet lingering kiss on the lips and I thought I would pee myself with excitement. Later at recess, he put on a special break-dancing show for me in the gym. So sweet! We broke up that summer when I refused to go to second base. Sheesh, we were only 10!
Let’s see, I know I kissed a few boys when I was in elementary school but those kisses don’t really stand out to me. The one I remember was my first boyfriend, Jesse, when I was in 6th grade. He was a year older and a bad boy. I was too afraid to kiss him with tounge,I always refused but one day outside my dad’s house, on the other side of a 7o’s forest service green blazer he finally convinced me and he tasted delightfully like coke (as in coca cola ha!). I’ve been hooked on kissing with tounge ever since…sigh.
Tongue* oops.
I remember only three first kisses in my life. My first ever was with a new boy at camp who been following me around all day and kissed me on a picnic table. I wasn’t ino it and had a boyfriend back home so I felt uber guilty. My second was later that year when I was 14 with said boyfriend after an off again/on again relationship that lasted four years (we were very shy). I kissed him once in that entire time after he gave me a cubic zirconia tennis bracelet. We broke up for good about six months later.
The third one I remember was with my current boyfriend. He tried one night as we strolled around a park, but I was completely oblivious, didn’t realize he had gone in for a kiss and walked away. He texted me the next day apologizing for any weirdness much to my confusion, and later dismayed surprise when I found out what he had tried to do! We had our official first kiss by his car on our next date. We’ve been happily kissing ever since.
The words I would write down here wouldn’t do my first kiss justice. He was my first love for sure and remains so in my heart. Still when he travels back into town and I see him, my knees go weak and I get tongue tied. It’s ridiculous. I’m happily married, but this boy, (as I will always think of him) this boy was the one I let get away. It was all me, I was afraid of all of those grown up feelings. But that kiss, that kiss was what started it all and I wouldn’t have it any other way. .
I have a “one that got away” also. I can’t be friends with him (even on fb) and I’m terrified one day I will run in to him (he lives in the next town over). We went our separate ways over 6 yrs ago and I still wonder “what if” even though I am happily married with 2 kids.
I’m lucky mine lives across the country but still visits his family regularly. I’m fairly certain that we would have never worked out, we were in high school and all. But the lost opportunity and what if’s still linger in my heart. I haven’t spoken to him in almost 30 years, but when I see him I turn in the other direction and feel like I’m 17 again. Like I said, I’m ridiculous. A huge hug to you! as just talking about this boy makes me weepy still. Shit I need therapy I think.
I was 17 and very shy. We were watching a movie in my basement and he said to me, “I hear you’ve never kissed anyone before.” I was mortified at how completely uncool I was and didn’t know how to respond, so I made a vague grunting noise. He leaned over and kissed me, I replied “thank you”, and continued to watch the movie without making eye contact. I still feel awkward when I think of it!
This is going to sound crazy and gross but…
It was my third cousin. Lol. I always, always had a crush on him. I didn’t get to see him to often as our family was a bit spread out and not terribly close. Whenever we did get to see him, he and my brother would run around doing boy stuff and I’d follow them around like a puppy, pretending not to be smitten because I sort of knew that was weird. But he really was my first real crush and it lasted for years. He was the first boy close to my age that I knew outside of brief recess interactions.
I guess he felt the same way because when we were fifteen, we saw each other at a family function for the first time in several years…and all of a sudden, I had boobs and he was as tall as my dad and…well…I guess we just went with it. I don’t know, maybe it’s creepy…but it was fun and he was sweet and I’m sort of glad it was him. It’s weird to think though that no one in my family has any idea and what their reaction would be if they found out!
My first First Kiss was boring and unoriginal–7th Grade Halloween Dance, during a slow song with a boy named Jose. Wasn’t interested in him, but hey, if Hollywood’s taught me anything, it’s that you’re supposed to french during slow dances. ::rolls eyes:: This one clearly does not count.
My First Kiss that actually counted for anything was in college, freshman year, with Peter. I thought he was phenomenal, but he was utterly verbotten. My best friend liked Peter, but after spending 4 years in an all-girls’ school, was totally inept at making any moves on him. I gave her 9 months to make a pass, which I think is fair–if you haven’t landed someone in the time it takes to build a new tiny human out of only goo, then either they ain’t interested or you ain’t moving. How much time does a person need? Eternity? Anyway… She knew this, understood it wasn’t unreasonable, but out of consideration I didn’t rub her face in it when Peter and I started talking. We were walking to the parking lot on a Spring day after one of my classes, and he kissed me right there next to my hoop-dee Honda Civic. I got the butterflies, landed a cute frat boy boyfriend, and lost a friend who was playing by 14 Year Old Girl Rules where “I said I was ok with it, but you should’ve known I’m not ok with it, and I would’ve made a move eventually”. (Did it come across that I hate girly-girls like this?)
Pete and I broke up some months after that (surprise surprise) because were were young and wanted to live out the college experience…and 8 years later we reconnected on Facebook. He asked to take me out to drinks to catch up. I went, looking my best, showing off everything I had accomplished since our split, and generally getting to know each other as if we were strangers again (there’s a lot of growing up that happens after graduating, so it was like meeting a new person again). After mentioning in that I’m-such-a-self-assured-adult-now way that “I like a man who goes after what he wants,” Peter ended the night by pulling me in at my front door for easily the best kiss I’d had since that campus parking lot eight years earlier. All the butterflies came back. And we’ve been going strong ever since.
So lucky me! I got two First Kisses with an awesome guy!
I loved the video, so sweet. But honestly, the hypochondriac in me says there is no way in hell I would kiss a total stranger. A peck on the lips, maybe but no spit swapping! lol
My first kiss was in the ninth grade at the bus stop. He was my crush & I thought I was in love. After the kiss I swore we were going to be boyfriend & girlfriend but then I found out he already had a girlfriend. Ass.
I was 23 and it actually took two tries. The first time he leaned over in the car and I was completely not paying attention and he basically smooshed my hair. I ended up getting out of the car and practically running away I was so awkward. The second time he took me to a bookstore because he remembered that I had been looking for this one book and kissed me next to the mystery section. It was actually kind of perfect.
Inspired by your post – I wrote my own about my last first kiss. :) http://queensboybrooklyngirl.blogspot.com/2014/03/first-kiss.html
My first kiss was in 8th grade, he was in 9th. We met and chatted over AIM(im a kid of that generation) and we decided we were going to be bf/gf but i wasnt allowed to tell anyone(red flag there?) Any ways, we met at the mall and went into the basement that housed the furniture department. There was a little partition that he hid behind and said something along the lines of “Im invisible, you can be too if you come here” So i did, and he literally JAMMED his tongue down my throat but i thought it was the coolest thing in the world. Needless to say that relationship didnt last(he got like…super weird…like, im still embarrassed about stuff weird) he also touched my boob for the first time, but it was a strange..praying mantis-like motion while saying the words “boob grab”… My first kiss with my prehubbs was adorably cute. We were best friends, he listened to my woes about the guy i was seeing, consoled me when i realized the other guy treated me like crap, and told me i deserved so much more(HOW COULD I NOT SEE HE WAS IN LOVE WITH ME?!) anyways, we were hanging out in his room(with a couple other friends) and he had inched his hand closer to mine until he was actually resting his pinkie on mine, you know that first little touch…ahhh. Lord, i digress. We were chit chatting and all the sudden he touches my face and turns it towards him and just gives me the cutest, lightest kiss. I still get all butterfly-y when i think about him…i love that man :)
My first kiss was 6th grade at Disney’s Blizzard Beach waterpark. I was “going out” with one of my friends growing up. I thought Clay was the cutest and had a huge crush on him. He asked me out in typical 6th grade fashion – gave a note to my friend to give to me. LOL Anyways, we were at Blizzard Beach with our Sunday school class; he held my hand as we walked around the park, and I was totally smitten. Our friends had been tagging along with us all day, and when we finally ditched them he gave me the sweetest peck on the lips. His lips tasted all salty and like sunscreen.
My first kiss with tongue was when I was 15. I met a guy taking driver’s ed over the summer; He turned 16 during the class and asked me out. First time dating a guy who could drive. We walked around the mall, then before he took me home he drove up to the top of the parking garage and kissed me. I was so nervous, and was wearing braces with those little rubberbands, ugh! I guess he knew I was embarrassed about the braces, he told me I had really great lips…hahaha
I was in the 7th grade and snuck out of the house with a girlfriend to meet the odd older boy who alrways rode around the neighborhood on his 10 speed. I had such a crush…blond, tall (I was always the tallest girl in school), so mysterious…I mean where were his parents…? We were in the driveway and he kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth and I was all like WTF…and ran away. Oh to go back and rock that kiss!!! Haha!!
I was 15 and had the biggest crush on Brian, my blue eyed, luscious lipped teammate on the Track & Field team. He had driven himself to the Track meet and since both our events were done, he offered me a ride home. We had been flirting up a storm all season and everything came to a head that day: after pulling into the driveway of my house he leaned in to kiss me. I got all hot and flush and apparently forgot how to speak at all, because when he said we should go out sometime and asked for my phone number, all I could do was giggle, nod, and jump out of the car half embarrassed. Funny that what I remember most vividly is not the kiss, but my reaction to his asking me on a date. I was so nervous and aflutter I inadvertently declined by running off ! He persisted, asked again and ended up being my very first boyfriend. Gorgeous, that boy was.