Let's hear about your first kiss.

[Nemo Brinker]

Yup, my gangbanger older boyfriend (I was the Catholic schoolgirl, he was the older community college dude) made out in the back of the bus when I was 15.

It was kind of lame, actually.

But eventually, I discovered kissing girls, and THEN the fireworks went off. That sardonic UCD english major/bus driver named Stacy introduced me to the joys of kissing the ladies one hot summer evening at my boyfriend's house...we had a threesome, and I was so hot for her that I was annoyed by the presence of said boyfriend.

 

[Seesm]

NICE.. So your into chicks or dude..... Or as I like to say Chickens or dogs... Or both? Inquiring minds want to know...

 

[JD_McKenna]

Herbert Hoover Jr. High School. Orientation for . . . I think it was 7th grade. Her name was Jeannie. We were both at the bottom of the school social heap, so we just sort of drifted together.

She pulls me into the entryway of the girl's locker room and kisses me. We spent the rest of Jr. High and High school making out and kissing here and there. Everyone assumed we were an item, but I never saw it that way, really.

 

[wackyiraqi]

btw wasn't the lead lady not actually a lady but a dude?

Congratulations...

 

[Coffae]

In Kindergarten during recess, a boy in my class named Bob came up to me and asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I guess I said, "Yes" and then he gave me a very sweet kiss on my lips. By the next day we both forgot we were an item. :teeth

 

[elbacalao]

Yup, my gangbanger older boyfriend (I was the Catholic schoolgirl, he was the older community college dude) made out in the back of the bus when I was 15.

It was kind of lame, actually.

But eventually, I discovered kissing girls, and THEN the fireworks went off. That sardonic UCD english major/bus driver named Stacy introduced me to the joys of kissing the ladies one hot summer evening at my boyfriend's house...we had a threesome, and I was so hot for her that I was annoyed by the presence of said boyfriend.

So whats up with you and buses?! :laughing

 

[Beauregard]

Her name was Karen, she was blond and Swedish, we were on a beach in the Philippines… we were 11.


Wow... I remember it like last it was yesterday.

 

[nismodan]

I'm not going to read the whole 5 pages because it will just depress me.

I was 17.
Pretty sure it was out of pity.

 

[Seesm]

Not that this is a first kiss but still cute...

MY little boy is 6 year old son (will be 7 on sat) came home from school like maybe a month ago and said.

"Dad I have a girlfriend... her name is Jordan... She told me she loved me, this is the BEST day of my life"

Pretty darn cute I though, but now as I type this and relay the story to you all, I ask him about Jorden.

He just freaks out and say's "I hate her, I never said anything about her and I just don't like her and she never kissed me either I was just pretending" Funny cuz he never mentioned any kissing... So guess it is about a first kiss after all huh?

Totally makes me laugh at how we think as kids... Good stuff... Just thought I may give you all a smile too...

 

[Seesm]

I'm not going to read the whole 5 pages because it will just depress me.

I was 17.
Pretty sure it was out of pity.

Come on now I bet it was not THAT bad... Probably a big day for the other person.

 

[Sane_Man]

She pulls me into the entryway of the girl's locker room and kisses me. We spent the rest of Jr. High and High school making out and kissing here and there. Everyone assumed we were an item, but I never saw it that way, really.

In grade school, I would go with my buddy to a relatives house, and we had girls come over for kissing make out sessions.

He would call a girl and say "do you want to come over and kiss? Well bring a friend for my boy". We would just sit or stand there and kiss for an hour or two, and nothing else. No grinding, touching, or anything. Just kissing. It was more like practice sessions for someone else in the future, because I would start a kissing session with so girl I just met 5 minutes before, and after that hour was up, never see or speak to her again. It was just something to do to kill time in the summer. We did it a couple times a week.

I got really good at it which definitely helped my future. :laughing

 

[JD_McKenna]

Well the kissing and making out were always on her terms and as she felt like it which could sometimes be weeks apart. There's was lots of other stuff going on in between those times. She had . . . issues.

Looking back, I'm kind of glad we drifted apart after high school. I heard later she moved to Vegas, got knocked up, came back here to raise the kid.

All things considered, I do hope she's doing well.

And y'know, its funny. I used to lie to her from 16 onwards, telling her I had a motorcycle, never intending to get one. Now, here I am with one. Of course, I told her I had a sportbike and I ride a cruiser, but still.

 

[Seesm]

I used to lie to her from 16 onwards, telling her I had a motorcycle, never intending to get one. Now, here I am with one. Of course, I told her I had a sportbike and I ride a cruiser, but still.

That is actually funny... Kinda like my buddy Kenny and I would lie to this kid Mike, about him having a dragster we ran on his "personal" drag strip on his mountain... Weird not now do I have a dragster and then he of course had no dragster but he did own a whole mountain in NJ (no shit) and had enough money (his family) to have lots of toys... 3 wheelers, odyssey's and stuff.... Ahh the life of a rich kid..

 

[Momo-san]

Ahhh, Ricky. In Freshman year of HS we were in jazz band (you thought the band kids were nerdy but really they were the ones gettin some in the band class storage room) and all 8 of us and our teacher took a van trip to a competition in Reno. On the way home we somehow managed to sit next to each other, I was clueless at the time that he was puttin the moves on me. All the way home in the back of the van we sat by each other, for ages we were slowly moving closer together, hands just barely touching, then holding hands, and finally really sweet, slow, awesome kissing the rest of the way home. Couldn't have dreamed up a better first kiss.

 

[Tudd Smithers]

Like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist!

Well it went kind of like this. I thought I was going a bit fast so I looked down at the speed-o, when I looked up I was heading for the curb of the on ramp to Hwy 15 in Vegas. Panic, locked em up, hit the curb flew on to the freeway face first. I gave it a big wet one!
Good times,
Good times!

 

[racercosmo]

I'd imagine it was my mom kissing me as a baby was the first.

In 5th or 6th grade, some party, truth or dare crap, her name was Jenny. Amazingly enough, I made out with her about 15 years later.
The first kiss that was intentional was a girl named Marisa on a night after cruising town in my 76 Lincoln Continental.

 

[Tudd's Wife]

Well it went kind of like this. I thought I was going a bit fast so I looked down at the speed-o, when I looked up I was heading for the curb of the on ramp to Hwy 15 in Vegas. Panic, locked em up, hit the curb flew on to the freeway face first. I gave it a big wet one!
Good times,
Good times!

Is he romantic or what?? :rolleyes

Brad and I went to school together since 7th Grade, but I only realized he was adorably hawt the beginning of 11th Grade. :love Pioneer High School. He rode a motorcycle of some sort at the time, but I was not allowed on it. Every morning before school, he would ride from his house to mine, park his bike, and sit on our living room sofa while I finished hot-curling my hair and getting my homework together. My Mother would call from the kitchen, "Brad, do you want some breakfast?" "No thanks, I'm fine." "Brad, come and have some breakfast." "No, it's okay." "Brad, I made these eggs and toast for you, come in here and eat." (she's Italian)

When my beauty routine was complete, and he was done politely eating breakfast, he would walk me to the bus stop around the corner and wait with me for the school bus. Once I was safely on the bus, he would dash back to my parents' house, get on his bike :ride (don't ask me what kind, I have no clue), and zip around next to and in front of the bus all the way to Pioneer. Sheesh, what a show-off! Of course, I thought he was very cool.:cool By the time the bus arrived at the school, he had parked his bike and came to meet me as I got off the bus. After school, the same thing happened in reverse. From school, he rode the two miles to my house, parked the bike, and then walked around the block to meet my bus. I guess you could say he was smitten. :love (Hmmmm..... maybe it was my Mom's great cooking.....)

As for the kiss----I have it documented in my diary, and just now checked it to confirm the actual date. December 17, 1973---it says "Brad kissed me today. I love him!" :kiss And I literally wrote this passage IN SHORTHAND, lest anyone find my diary and discover my torrid secret. :shhh We were both 17 years old---he almost 18! Late bloomers, yes, and we came from.......shall I say....very 'protective' families. In fact, in the spring of our Senior year, his parents moved his whole family (with 8 children!) from San Jose to Idaho. I hope it wasn't to get him away from ME---because it didn't work.

This coming March 6th we'll be 32 years married. Brad was a great kisser at age 17, and turned out to be even better at some other :love things. (You know, like home repairs, getting up with the babies, etc.)

Hope he doesn't try to deny any of this story---it's all documented in my diary!! :kiss

 

[elbacalao]

Is he romantic or what?? :rolleyes

Brad and I went to school together since 7th Grade, but I only realized he was adorably hawt the beginning of 11th Grade. :love Pioneer High School. He rode a motorcycle of some sort at the time, but I was not allowed on it. Every morning before school, he would ride from his house to mine, park his bike, and sit on our living room sofa while I finished hot-curling my hair and getting my homework together. My Mother would call from the kitchen, "Brad, do you want some breakfast?" "No thanks, I'm fine." "Brad, come and have some breakfast." "No, it's okay." "Brad, I made these eggs and toast for you, come in here and eat." (she's Italian)

When my beauty routine was complete, and he was done politely eating breakfast, he would walk me to the bus stop around the corner and wait with me for the school bus. Once I was safely on the bus, he would dash back to my parents' house, get on his bike :ride (don't ask me what kind, I have no clue), and zip around next to and in front of the bus all the way to Pioneer. Sheesh, what a show-off! Of course, I thought he was very cool.:cool By the time the bus arrived at the school, he had parked his bike and came to meet me as I got off the bus. After school, the same thing happened in reverse. From school, he rode the two miles to my house, parked the bike, and then walked around the block to meet my bus. I guess you could say he was smitten. :love (Hmmmm..... maybe it was my Mom's great cooking.....)

As for the kiss----I have it documented in my diary, and just now checked it to confirm the actual date. December 17, 1973---it says "Brad kissed me today. I love him!" :kiss And I literally wrote this passage IN SHORTHAND, lest anyone find my diary and discover my torrid secret. :shhh We were both 17 years old---he almost 18! Late bloomers, yes, and we came from.......shall I say....very 'protective' families. In fact, in the spring of our Senior year, his parents moved his whole family (with 8 children!) from San Jose to Idaho. I hope it wasn't to get him away from ME---because it didn't work.

This coming March 6th we'll be 32 years married. Brad was a great kisser at age 17, and turned out to be even better at some other :love things. (You know, like home repairs, getting up with the babies, etc.)

Hope he doesn't try to deny any of this story---it's all documented in my diary!! :kiss

Best post ever! Happiness to you both!

 

[Seesm]

Is he romantic or what?? :rolleyes

Brad and I went to school together since 7th Grade, but I only realized he was adorably hawt the beginning of 11th Grade. :love Pioneer High School. He rode a motorcycle of some sort at the time, but I was not allowed on it. Every morning before school, he would ride from his house to mine, park his bike, and sit on our living room sofa while I finished hot-curling my hair and getting my homework together. My Mother would call from the kitchen, "Brad, do you want some breakfast?" "No thanks, I'm fine." "Brad, come and have some breakfast." "No, it's okay." "Brad, I made these eggs and toast for you, come in here and eat." (she's Italian)

When my beauty routine was complete, and he was done politely eating breakfast, he would walk me to the bus stop around the corner and wait with me for the school bus. Once I was safely on the bus, he would dash back to my parents' house, get on his bike :ride (don't ask me what kind, I have no clue), and zip around next to and in front of the bus all the way to Pioneer. Sheesh, what a show-off! Of course, I thought he was very cool.:cool By the time the bus arrived at the school, he had parked his bike and came to meet me as I got off the bus. After school, the same thing happened in reverse. From school, he rode the two miles to my house, parked the bike, and then walked around the block to meet my bus. I guess you could say he was smitten. :love (Hmmmm..... maybe it was my Mom's great cooking.....)

As for the kiss----I have it documented in my diary, and just now checked it to confirm the actual date. December 17, 1973---it says "Brad kissed me today. I love him!" :kiss And I literally wrote this passage IN SHORTHAND, lest anyone find my diary and discover my torrid secret. :shhh We were both 17 years old---he almost 18! Late bloomers, yes, and we came from.......shall I say....very 'protective' families. In fact, in the spring of our Senior year, his parents moved his whole family (with 8 children!) from San Jose to Idaho. I hope it wasn't to get him away from ME---because it didn't work.

This coming March 6th we'll be 32 years married. Brad was a great kisser at age 17, and turned out to be even better at some other :love things. (You know, like home repairs, getting up with the babies, etc.)

Hope he doesn't try to deny any of this story---it's all documented in my diary!! :kiss

Officially I think this is by far the BEST one so far... Just nice clean all american lip smacking with a bit o'motorcycle in it... Why is Brad Tudd?

 

[Shotline]

It was the night of the home coming dance. I was 15, she was 14 and the daughter of the woman my dad was dating. During the dance we decided to walk across the football field to the Hardee's restaurant to get something to drink (really just so we could be alone for a bit). I was so nervous, I had asked her girlfriend earlier if I should try kissing her and she told me definitely. So, about half way I stopped her and kissed her. It was great, but I was to nervous to follow up with anything so that is where it stopped. We didn't really go out after that and my dad and her mom stopped seeing each other so I lost contact with her. That is the first real kiss that I remember.