My first real kiss... Yeah, I remember it, quite clearly too.
It wasn't the best of kisses-- highly unexpected. It took place at the Sadie Hawkin's Dance my sophomore year at high school. It wasn't... what I thought it'd be. I thought it'd be a breathtaking kiss, ESPECIALLY from the guy who kissed me -- the rumors about him said he was experienced in snogging-- but... it was more of a gentle brush. I didn't even know he was leaning in to kiss me, because what happened was I was talking about something or other, and I thought he turned around to converse some more, but he just leaned in... and I was confused so I stupidly asked "uhh what are you doing?" and he just... did it. A maybe... half minute meeting of the lips. Nothing fancy, no spectacular French-ing, just... I suppose you could call it a romantic, soft, brush. We just stayed there for a bit (again, time really is hard to tell when you're too stunned to think properly), me in his arms, our lips just not moving. Then, he pulled back, looked me over, and asked if I was okay.
I let out a breath in a big whoosh, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, replying in the affirmative. For the next 10 minutes or so, we just sat, watching other couples and groups of friends dance while we waited for a slow dance to come on, my head leaning on his shoulder, and his on mine. In retrospect, the night went well. I'm probably referring to it negatively just because we broke up, and I'm still a bit bitter about it. But... that was probably the furthest I've gone with a guy, just because he was a bit... adventurous. After, we just walked around campus, going up the stairs to snog in a corner. Now THAT was memorable.
I guess... having a soft first kiss made my heart warm at the time, but what a story it would have been to tell my grandchildren in the future if my first kiss was a passionate snog! Like a kiss that... he'd sweep you off your feet and plant a big wet one on your lips, then let you breathe and catch your breath as he stares deeply into your eyes...
It was in San Antonio, Texas about 5years ago - It wasnt my first real kiss, but it was the best kiss. His name was Diego, and he was Mexican. It took my breath away. It had just enough tongue and it was so affectionate. I never saw him again after that night, but everytime I hear the name Diego, it always brings a smile to my face.
oh i hella remember it i was 14 it was on a skool trip and the boy was from another skool. it was pure magic and we're still in touch. as a matter of fact, i need 2 find him a bday present...
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15 on a school camp. It was so wet and sloppy and terrible it's made every other kiss since seem perfect.
My first real kiss... Yeah, I remember it, quite clearly too.
It wasn't the best of kisses-- highly unexpected. It took place at the Sadie Hawkin's Dance my sophomore year at high school. It wasn't... what I thought it'd be. I thought it'd be a breathtaking kiss, ESPECIALLY from the guy who kissed me -- the rumors about him said he was experienced in snogging-- but... it was more of a gentle brush. I didn't even know he was leaning in to kiss me, because what happened was I was talking about something or other, and I thought he turned around to converse some more, but he just leaned in... and I was confused so I stupidly asked "uhh what are you doing?" and he just... did it. A maybe... half minute meeting of the lips. Nothing fancy, no spectacular French-ing, just... I suppose you could call it a romantic, soft, brush. We just stayed there for a bit (again, time really is hard to tell when you're too stunned to think properly), me in his arms, our lips just not moving. Then, he pulled back, looked me over, and asked if I was okay.
I let out a breath in a big whoosh, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, replying in the affirmative. For the next 10 minutes or so, we just sat, watching other couples and groups of friends dance while we waited for a slow dance to come on, my head leaning on his shoulder, and his on mine. In retrospect, the night went well. I'm probably referring to it negatively just because we broke up, and I'm still a bit bitter about it. But... that was probably the furthest I've gone with a guy, just because he was a bit... adventurous. After, we just walked around campus, going up the stairs to snog in a corner. Now THAT was memorable.
I guess... having a soft first kiss made my heart warm at the time, but what a story it would have been to tell my grandchildren in the future if my first kiss was a passionate snog! Like a kiss that... he'd sweep you off your feet and plant a big wet one on your lips, then let you breathe and catch your breath as he stares deeply into your eyes...
rofl. yeah, too many romance novels there...
He was pretty sexy though. hmmm...
It was in San Antonio, Texas about 5years ago - It wasnt my first real kiss, but it was the best kiss. His name was Diego, and he was Mexican. It took my breath away. It had just enough tongue and it was so affectionate. I never saw him again after that night, but everytime I hear the name Diego, it always brings a smile to my face.
oh i hella remember it i was 14 it was on a skool trip and the boy was from another skool. it was pure magic and we're still in touch. as a matter of fact, i need 2 find him a bday present...
I was 15 and hanging out at my friends house and he leaned over and kissed me it was so sponationus.
Yea it was like 15 years ago when i was a teenager, and it was gross.
yup it was 100% unexpected, turned the corner and got one laid on me.
yeah. it was so nice and it was about....4 months ago maybe. hey! im only 13!
don't remember anything at all
yep we were talking and all of a sudden boom she laid one on me