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soybean

soybean

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5th grade by some dingy broad whose name has slipped me due to my numerous conquests since.
 
weasel

weasel

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I really was around 6 with the girl across the street in her mom's sewing room. I can still picture it.

First real make-out session was when I was 13 on a camping trip and I got to second base :D
 
jorbar1551

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preschool. It was a bet and a girl and I went inside this cement tube on the playground and went at it. First Hand job was a couple years later when a girl around the corner from me showed me her dads playboy's.
 
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In Germany. Kinder/1st grade or so. Crazy girl scared the hell out of me.
I figured it would be a quick smooch, and she goes and sticks her tongue in my mouth. Oh my god, I hated her so much ever since that moment. Totally freaked me out.

I never got into digging that sort of thing until I was in 7th grade or so.
 
greggargubby

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I was 17, watching "The Crying Game" at the University Theatre :)rose) in Palo Alto with a girl I'd been insane over for a good year.

Some 15 years later, I still haven't seen the end of that movie. All I know is the lead actress was super hot.
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Obscura

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In my car, in some park in South City. The cops came by and tapped on my window, she had to put her clothes back on as I blocked her from view and I got lectured for a bit. . . I never did find my zipper.
 
CHICKenstrip

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Mine was kinda sweet...I think I was 11 or 12, my folks took us camping at Myrtle Beach (I think), North Carolina. This older boy kept following me around, doing all the typical teasing, short of pulling my pigtails. I was swimming one day, he swam up to me and, when I expected him to hit me or something, he gave me a couple of second smooch (no tongue) and then swam away like the devil was on the hunt! Totally did not know what to make of that and didn't run into him again before we left but it is clear as a bell, to this day!
 
gogounited

gogounited

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In the back of a VW bus outside a firecracker stand which my brother, mother and I were working for the holidays. (No, none of us are hippies) I was ehh...didn't go to highschool so it's hard to plant my age. Somewhere between 13 and 16. Anyhoo....he just jumped on me, and I was totally not expecting it, as we crawled into the bus due to the cold. His eager hand grappled my sweashirt and I could feel his boner as he leaned over into the kiss. I broke it off, surprised and slightly repulsed at his eager, sloppy and brash approach. He was my brother's friend, and we'd barely exchanged a few words over the past several weeks. It was more than obvious he was gunning for something I wasn't quite ready or willing to give.

I remember thinking, "What a dumbass", cause I was young and willing to learn and experience. Had he just been a bit more suave, charming or romantic something could've developed. Must be hard for guys that age. Dumbass. :laughing
 
cheezy

cheezy

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I think I was in 7th grade. I use to stop by the local catholic school in Mountain View trolling for booty. Anyhow, I was invited to one of their parties. It was a prayer meeting, just kidding...it was your basic adult supervised birthday party. Come time to leave, I was escorted by this Hispanic girl named Christina Orosco. It was dark and rainy, before I knew it, she planted one on me. It was swishy and swirly and I remember a feeling of shock more than anything. I also remember having my hands down by my side and my eyes wide open. What a winner huh.

Nowadays, that first great kiss lands me fireworks.
 
Jocelyn_K

Jocelyn_K

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One summer when I was twelve with this very cute boy who was the son of a worker that was helping my father with the house. He was very shy and hardly ever spoke, the opposite of Stefan.

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Seesm

Seesm

All love no fight....
The first girl I ever kissed is when I was 11 or 12 years old. It was at the New Jersey shore...

I met her near the beach boardwalk in Lavelette, NJ. Her name was Brenda Hazzard (I KNOW what a crazy sounding white trash name huh?)

She was SOOO hot in my young eye's and I wanted something from her just did not know what... (I was young and dumb) I do remember she had a boyfriend, but I was able to get her to check me out a bit. Believe it I was pretty great (at the time) at Hacky Sack, sounds funny saying that now.

So anyway her boyfriend kept getting his ass kicked by my brother, myself and a few other young bucks.

She would smile and then smile some more... I just thought she was great, and could not concentrate as I should have been on the hack... :)

Every time she could sneak away from her boyfriend she would and I am talking without me prompting her. If I was leaving she would sneak away and if we were somewhere she woudl try to find us....

She would come to our bungalo and try to sneak me away from my brother and my mother and mom's boyfriend...

I was pretty young, raging hormones and my brother covered for me at he was messing with my mom's boyfriends daughter.. Missy Gottlieb (how funny another crazy name)... Nowadays a girl has to have a ok name and be in your wireless network right? (You know so calls are free? Ha ha)

I think Brenda was a year or so older than me... I mean she seemed to be SOOO grown up.. She taught me about horse shoe crabs, jelly fish and other sea life at the shore. She had a shelf at her house (Bungalo) that had horse shoe crab shells, some star fish kind of thing and other I think "local" sea life (dead of course) on the shelve...

She always had to act like she was loyal to this boyfriend ot her friends, sister, and even her mom...

Not sure but HE too (her boyfriend) may have been a beach kid just renting a beach bungalo like us... Not sure... She would make excuses to go to her mom's car and while rooting around in the car, woudl pull em into the car on top of her. Crazy I had no idea really what the feeling I was having were I just liked them.

And then and there is where I learned to do me some FRENCH Kissing. I guess I thought I was a hero and did that with her everyday till we left, maybe 7 days or so.

I did get her mom's phone # and her address ot write to. (prior to emails)

NJ was only about 3.5 hrs long from bottom tip to top but I never saw her again but spoke on the phone a few times.

Funny how the seashore smells kind of come to my mind when I think of the "Summer of Love"

That's pretty much all of it... Neither my bro or I went any further than kissing our prospective ladies. He was waiting on the last night till I feel asleep to sneak out with Missy but she and he fell asleep... Because I stayed up late to mess his game up.. .:)
 
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Manimal

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oh snap! first french kiss, right? D'oh! I actually had to think about this one :toothless

Yeah, now I remember :p I believe I was in 7th grade, she, a sophmore in HS........she, and hawt, happened to be a friend of my best friend girlfriend :teeth

ah! the memories of middle school and HS..........
 
Climber

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My first french kiss was when I was 11. It was on the bus while riding home from school. From that day on the 40 minute ride home from school seemed to go too fast. :teeth
 
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