I was dating this boy at intermediate (middle) school. HIs name was Andrew and his best friend dared us to kiss at school, so we took the bait and by the time we finished (yes, it was a good, long one) half of the school was watching, including some teachers. So we were summoned to the principals office.
Anyways....I had kisses before, but I count one as my first kiss. It was the first time my then boyfriend (soon to be husband) kissed. We had been dating for 2 months, and it took him that long to get up the nerve to kiss me. It took him 3 years to confess that he wanted to be with me. He told me that I was so beautiful (yeah, okay!) and that when he was near me he couldn't breathe, and a girl like me gets what I want when I want it and I was so out of his league. He said he feared rejection, but told me anyways. He always said you can't lose what you never had. And we kissed. *sigh*
Ugh, my first kiss....was 18...away from home at college...went out on a date with a guy that I hardly knew.......he kissed me (french) and wanted to make out in the mall parking lot......I refused, and took me forever to enjoy being french kissed!
I honestly dont remember my first kiss(serious or unserious)... i am racking my brain... guess it wasnt anything special... either that, or it was too traumatic and i blocked it
Sorry guys, i wish i had a good first kiss story! I have enjoyed reading yall's though!
I would substitute a 'best kiss', but i dont think i have had that yet either... i have had some pretty scary ones though
I was 13. His name was Brian. Our church youth group set up a hay ride for Holloween instead of trick or treat. Boy he knock my socks off. Butterflys in my stomach and everything. Never really happened again until I met my husband in High School. He still knocks my socks off after 18yrs.
I was 13...my best friend had a party and set up a game of Truth or Dare, in which he was going to dare this boy to kiss me. Well, make a long story short, we were both insanely nervous, and went to a dark corner of his yard. Two of my girlfriends mimed playing violins to help "set the mood". Heh. Just a cute little peck.
We went out for 2 years and then remained friends. We're still friends to this day, actually.
OOOOh, I almost forgot, but all this talk about innocent pecks reminded me:
My FIRST kiss from a boy was in first grade, Danny Burwell. We were sitting on the sidewalk at recess with our heads together, planning how we were going to run away and get married. Teacher caught us and made us sit, SEVERAL feet apart, on the curb and watch the other children play for the rest of recess!!
My first kiss was when I was in second grade with a boy named Mike under a tree on the playground. We were later married in a ceremony in front of our whole class under that tree. We had our future planned out...he was going to be a doctor, I was going to be a wildly famous ballerina. After my dance career was over, I would become a nurse and work in his office.
Alas, my family moved out of town a few months later and I never heard from him again. (He probably got remarried to Kelly, the most popular girl in our class.