It happened a month before I turned fifteen at Turnabout, which is a dance where the girls ask the guys. I asked a guy I really liked but did a good job to keep it so we’re just friends because he really isn’t the type of person a girl would like and I was kind of afraid of what other people would think. I guess one would say he’s not “boyfriend material” but there was something about him that made me like him anyways. We didn’t talk a lot of the night because we were both busy talking with our friends. But sometime during the actual dance I went up to him during and asked if he wanted to get some air. I was starting to get a headache from talking so much. We went out of the gym and towards the doors and sat outside on the steps. I didn’t care that it was freezing- it was the middle of February- I was just happy to not have to deal with all the noise in the gym. We started talking about how dumb turnabout was and how cliche our school was. I guess the kiss just kind of happened… We were sitting really close and yeah, we kissed. I had never felt such an intense rush of nervousness and excitement in one. Afterwards, we kind of smiled (in an awkward way) and went back inside. The end. 🙂
This kiss was originally posted in October of 2006. -ed
The new guy at our school that year was named Abel. He was really into sports and cussed a lot and I didn’t think he was very cute but all the other girls liked him. During the intermission of our “Gotta Dance” talent show a bunch of us were hanging out on the back cement steps. He said something to the effect of not liking my lipstick color and I busted out with a line that I felt could have been in a movie,
“Then take it off.” He proceeded to kiss me. It was pinched and dry and imperceptibly violent, as if he knew I was using him to shock our classmates. As if he knew he was not the kind of boy I was supposed to find attractive.
Thanks to Jacque Lynn Schiller, for sharing her story all over again.
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We’d talked online for about three months before we first met. I thought I’d known her, I thought we’d be comfortable with each other, I was on the plane I sent her a text message “I’m nervous about meeting you”, she replied back “don’t be, I’m feeling calm actually”
When we met, I felt… surreal, like it was a fantastic dream, she on the other hand looked nervous as anything which made me even more confident.
The next day we went to a cafe at a shopping center, we went around the corner of the cafe so we’d be more alone, though we weren’t really – it was a open at both ends to more shops, we sat without saying anything. I was just looking at her face, 24 hours later I still felt like none of this was real, like it was too good to be real.
By then, we still had not held hands, or touched at all, not even bumped into each other by mistake!
I thought, I really want to hold her hand.
I felt a funny taste in my mouth and my legs get very weak -good thing we were sitting-. I didn’t know if what I was going to do was gonna work or not.
I held our my hand to her.
at this stage we weren’t married so we COULDN’T touch each other. This might be difficult to understand, but for Muslims, if you’re not married, you can’t be together.
I don’t know why I did that, I did not want her to take my hand because it was wrong, but I SO wanted to feel her hand. It was a second, but a very long second, it felt like a minute.
During that one second, her hand was holding mine; it was the most amazing feeling, so soft, so small in my own hand, so warm, and holding on to my hand, the next moment however was the one I’ll never forget.
Holding her hand I look into her eyes, I have a hunger to taste those lips, and I see that same hunger in her eyes, I’m scared of going for the next move, but what the #@$% I think, I pull her hand towards me and lean in slowly.
She leans at the same time towards me and our lips meet. Our hands tighten, and we kiss.
That was my first kiss, I don’t remember if her lips were soft, or if it was a wet kiss, or if we did it right. I do remember that my heart beat so fast I was afraid it would leave my chest, I remember holding her elbow as we kissed, I remember that I kissed not because I wanted to kiss, but because I wanted to kiss HER ! It was the most special moment in my life.
I am 35 yrs young. Have had plenty of first kisses. But recently I actually experienced “it”. It was St. Patricks Day. So maybe a little “luck-of-the irish” thing was going on. I was newly separated from my husband of 10 years and out on the town to celebrate. I was doing alot of flirting with everyone. Just having a good time. I happen to be a smoker and use the tactic of borrowing cigarettes to meet people. Well, that night I did the same. I approached a guy I thought was pretty cute. It was a nice meeting, but there was “something” that made it different from the rest. First, he only just moved here to the US from a foreign country about 6 months ago, so the language barrier was huge. Talking was at a minimum. We let our eyes do the communicating. Second, only after about 10 minutes a strange connection developed. And that’s when the First Kiss happened. Some say “don’t expect fireworks”. But the second our lips touched, that’s exactly what happened. A very dizzying experience. A “take your breath away” kind-of thing. Now you have to understand that we were in the middle of a huge bar party. People everywhere, cameras flashing, band playing, etc… I also am NOT the kind of person that is into Public Displays of Affection. But when that kiss happened, it was like I was in this bubble of bright light. Nothing else mattered, as if everyone else had disappeared. Like we were alone in our own world. With just a dull roar of the surroundings around us. This kiss lasted for over 1 hour. No lie. My lips were so swollen and numb afterwards, till morning. There was so much passion there, like we had known each other forever and just reunited after a long absence. It was just like those scenes in movies or stories in romance novels that are just too unrealistic to be believable. The ones you fantasize over. There was so much confusion over the feelings (for the both of us) that it seemed we just had to keep kissing until we figured out why we needed to. We could not get enough of each other. And not just that, the kiss was absolutely Perfect. P-E-R-F-E-C-T !! Not one fault could be found. It was if our kissing techniques were identicle. There was no clumsiness or hesitation. None. And the best part of it all, is that we have seen each other a few times since then and it is the same every time. It is like a first kiss all over again. Needless to say I am absolutely smitten. If for some reason I would never see him again, every kiss from then on would be compared to his, and probably come up sorely lacking. I am so greatful that I have been able to experience this. It is one of those moments that will forever be burned into my memory. My whole outlook on life has changed. I now believe.
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By the time I was approaching my seventeenth birthday, I had had many first kisses and given many first kisses. I had gotten my first kiss behind my school, given two in a hot tub, had a romantic first kiss in Paris, and an awkward stolen kiss on a couch in a basement, all at sixteen years old. Through it all was Miles, watching from the sidelines since we were thirteen and met playing Laurey and Curly in Oklahoma! He was always a constant in my life, a good friend to talk to, so easy to be open with. My junior year in high school, we ended up involved in a love triangle involving one of his best friends. Being a teenager ruled by hormones, I chose to be with Josh, and we frivolously dated while Miles watched once again. After four months, I realized Josh was never going to be anything more than just a pretty boy, and we parted ways. Finally, Miles had the chance he’d been waiting for for years. Three weeks later, he took my hand and said, “I can’t help but smile when I think about being with you” and I realized I had been waiting more than three years for him to be able to say that to me. I had another first kiss and got to give him his real first kiss. This time, he didn’t have to watch.
My first kiss happened about a year ago when my current boyfriend and I were sixteen. We had been dating for about a week and our friends kept “coincidentally” leaving us alone so we could kiss, but we never did because we were both too nervous. One night after one of these nights of being left alone we were talking over text message and it came up that we had not kissed yet. We both agreed that we wanted to, and he agreed to kiss me the next day when he was coming over. Of course this extra planning just made me more nervous. The next day he came over and we went swimming in my backyard with my family in the evening. After everyone got out of the pool my family one by one drifted inside leaving me and him alone. Now I was really nervous. I had been waiting to get alone for it all night, but dreading it at the same time. We were sitting under this little gazebo thing in my backyard for a while just talking. He kept kinda leaning in then pulling back, no doubt just as nervous as I was because it was also his first kiss. Someone who lived on the street behind us started setting off fireworks and we were just sitting there quietly watching them, when suddenly he turned his head and it happened. It was a little bit messy, but surprisingly not that bad. Although he did most of the kissing and I just froze up. It lasted a few seconds and when it ended we both giggled nervously. Not knowing what to say finally he blurts out, “Well that sucked!” I didnt know what to say and he explained to me that he didnt mean he didnt like kissing me just that “we needed more practice.” We both giggled and hugged. Now we always joke about the first thing he said to me after our first kiss.
I was 13, he was 15. We had been friends for a while, and I was so glad when he asked me out. We had been dating for about a month and he hadn’t made a move to kiss me (I always let the guy make the fist move). The Halloween, our 4 week anniversary, and his birthday all happened to be on the same day. We were hanging out at a friend’s house, and his foster dad (who insisted he followed us) said it was time for him to go. Before he left I pulled him closer (we had been holding hands almost all night) and we kissed. It was really short and awkward because everyone (including his foster dad!) was watching us. After he left all my friends and I spazzed out and went screaming down the streets.
I had been waiting for years for my first kiss and the summer before my junior year it came. I was at a college for a week and this guy and i had started talking. We had hung out a little but we all went to the movies on Thursday. We were just sitting there watching the movie and he had his arm around me. All of a sudden he was kissing my ear and i got really nervous, so i turned around and looked at him. Then, it just happened. It wasn’t awkward like i thought it would be, but i don’t remember a bit of that movie.