Let's hear about your first kiss.

[Manimal]

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!

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[Sane_Man]

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?

:thumbup

 

[blackOnblack]

First kiss... I must have been about 7 or 8. My mother was good friends with these other people in the apartment complex, and they had 3 daughters. I think the oldest was 11? anyways, we had a great time playing "house". I sure loved being the "daddy". HAHA. good times.

 

[Hod Smithers]

Here is my bent. My first kiss went a little like this...
It was a hot August afternoon, and the pavement was even hotter. I guess you could call it a bit of rough and tumble. We had only been together for a short time, not really long enough to get to know one another well enough. Our passion was carried to the top... of a hill, where some dumbass driving a Ford LTD ruined the whole thing.

I first kissed the hood, then the pavement, again and again for about 200 ft. It seemed like the kissing would never stop. But it did, the curbing saw to that. I got to the curb, kissed that, then almost kissed my riding career goodbye. After my torrid tumble, my bike and I lay on the sidewalk leaking our fluids. Both a bit worse for wear and breathing heavily.

So, my first real kiss was more than just a kiss, it was a full-blown make out session. Too bad, I didn't have more time with that yamaha, I never got to take her all-the-way... Although, that was probably a good thing. That heady experience on that hot August afternoon was enough to put me in traction for 5 weeks. I don't dare think what would have happened had I gone all the way. What a way to go eh? Perhaps even with a rictorous grin.

Actually, my first kiss was with a girl from San Jose named Julie Ange in kindergarten. I must have been good, we kissed twice a day- every day for the whole year, as I recall.