I was just thinking back to my first kiss, and thought, "hey. Everybody has a different story to tell. Lets hear 'em!"
Actually, my first kiss was bad. We fumbled, and his mouth tasted like mint and pizza. I didn't get to enjoy my kiss very much, because I was too worried that I was gonna mess it up somehow. But, it happened in his bedroom. He was having a party, and my dad had just arrived to pick me up. I ran down to his basement, and told him to meet me down there. He eventually did. We stood there, hugging for a little bit.. Untill I finally decided to just do it. So I moved my head off his shoulder, and put my face near his. He didn't hesistate at all. He immitiatly just started kissing me. It was a makeout type kiss, but no tongue. The kiss was terrible, but the memory was great. I wouldn't change my first kiss story, because it was perfect to me.
So, my questions are
1) what was your first kiss story?
2) how did you kiss?
3) would you change your first kiss, if you could?
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Mine was very different from yours.
I was 16. A girl I had met on a school trip had a huge crush on me (the fact that I noticed she did is saying something cause I'm pretty oblivious). Anyway, we were hanging out at her place (no one else was there) just watching tv. They had an enforced curfew of 10:00 so just before then I had to leave (I was a huge goody good back then, still am now but not to the same extent) so I was getting up to leave as she started pulling my arm begging me to stay. After I convinced her I couldn't, went and put my shoes on, she was standing between me and the door and said "I'm gonna do something you're probably not going to like." I tried to just walk past her and eventually did, but when I saw her as I was leaving, I honestly thought she was about to cry. I turned around (at this point I didn't know what I was going to say or do) and she just grabbed me and went for it. I didn't push her away or anything, I think I just stood there frozen for most of it. It wasn't just a quick one, it was with tongue too. It lasted maybe 20 seconds, and after she asked if I was sure I had to leave, she let me leave.
Unfortunately I really didn't return the feelings she had for me. In hindsight, I may have led her on a little, but the reason I don't feel bad for it was, we both knew that in a couple weeks time we were both returning home, and we lived on opposite ends of the country. I kind of made it clear that it was not going to go anywhere, and much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew as well. So I just let it be what it was. She might have thought of it as a full blown relationship, I think of it as at most a summer fling. But it was circumstances.1