tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79174592024-03-14T00:11:36.562-04:00firstkissprojectthe aim of the first kiss project is to record as many first kiss stories as possible. to capture those clumsy sweet first attempts to end our innocent and bumbling foolishness. <br> <br><b>email your short story to firstkissproject AT gmail DOT com</b><br> <br>See below for full details.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-38761615485861518172009-11-07T03:52:00.002-05:002009-11-10T15:03:10.566-05:00WE'VE MOVED!Visit us <a href="http://www.firstkissproject.wordpress.com">HERE!</a>first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-71303471895002973902009-11-06T21:16:00.002-05:002009-11-06T21:19:29.855-05:00Blast from The Past<span style="font-style:italic;">This kiss was originally posted in October of 2006. -ed</span><br /><br />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,<br /><br />"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<br />find attractive.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks to Jacque Lynn Schiller, for sharing her story all over again.<br>Send your First Kiss Stories to firstkissproject@gmail.com.</span>first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-28435336908494308952009-08-31T18:57:00.000-04:002009-08-31T18:58:09.041-04:00AnonWe’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”<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />By then, we still had not held hands, or touched at all, not even bumped into each other by mistake!<br /><br />I thought, I really want to hold her hand.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />I held our my hand to her.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />She leans at the same time towards me and our lips meet. Our hands tighten, and we kiss.<br /><br />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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-84276839789254269192009-04-22T16:15:00.001-04:002009-04-22T16:15:39.959-04:00Second Chance at a First KissI 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.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-84638316560030617692009-04-17T13:55:00.002-04:002009-04-17T14:00:29.236-04:00First Kiss TwitterThe First Kiss Project is happy to announce our brand new twitter feed. Longer entries can still be found at this site, but, now, bite-sized stories (of 140 characters or less) will now be posted regularly on twitter.com/1stkissproject.<br /><br />Enjoy!first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-17895163245197894212009-03-15T19:15:00.001-04:002009-05-27T10:21:55.392-04:00At Last, LGBy 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.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-68809270236682391982009-03-09T11:20:00.000-04:002009-03-09T11:21:09.754-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nakW5CpRdhI/SbUz3qPM0cI/AAAAAAAAABA/hG_VKuMpodU/s1600-h/fkp_header.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 48px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nakW5CpRdhI/SbUz3qPM0cI/AAAAAAAAABA/hG_VKuMpodU/s400/fkp_header.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311208366877233602" /></a>first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-47218829562612935082009-03-09T11:17:00.000-04:002009-03-09T11:18:11.642-04:00Katie R., 16My 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.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-65598267435592102242009-02-23T17:45:00.000-05:002009-02-23T17:46:28.180-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYck6NEZdVk/SaMnNfgUnfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HppA0vVXo1E/s1600-h/fkp_header.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 48px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYck6NEZdVk/SaMnNfgUnfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HppA0vVXo1E/s400/fkp_header.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306127898721426930" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-78970085854854177752009-02-22T21:04:00.001-05:002009-02-22T21:06:26.178-05:00Allie Urvand, 13I 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.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-88288323257479526452009-02-17T13:34:00.001-05:002009-02-17T13:35:35.556-05:00Sixteen and WaitingI 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.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-33226981758797224562009-01-26T12:21:00.000-05:002009-01-26T12:22:17.811-05:00FKP Special Edition, JonIs it your first kiss that matters, or the first kiss between you and your true love? The person with whom you plan to spend your entire life certainly ranks as high as the juvenile fumblings of, well, juveniles. I met my love, my life partner as it was, and still is, lying on a friends couch on a sunny afternoon. I was in a manic fit, rendering me useless until an Adidas track suit was obtained. My amigo knew me and was unruffled by my rushing him out the door to obtain said track suit, however the young lady I was soon to kiss, for the first time, thought me quite unhinged.<br /><br />Upon our return it was decided that libations would be in order, and so we trekked off to a nearby watering hole. Smoky bar, pool tables and youthful energy; a spark was definitely there. So we began a dance, the mating ritual of the North American Slacker Youth. Gen X crossed with Gen Y, which led to why not? We talked a while, drank some more. A flash of time and she sat next to me, then on my lap. Then we kissed, adrenaline surges and hormones flow. I knew she was the one.<br /><br />Fifteen years later and we live three blocks from that bar. Don’t remember my very first kiss at all, but I will always remember that kiss.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-88617121611385022232009-01-12T15:00:00.002-05:002009-01-12T15:08:58.340-05:00"Garland Hope," 12I was twelve<br />Too young to know<br />A kiss from a peck<br />Old enough to know<br />What love was suppose to be<br /><br />His name was Sam<br />We were friends for a while<br />Then I hit second grade<br />And we weren't friends<br />Our mothers were friends<br /><br />We were practically strangers<br />I moved away<br />He switched schools<br />We barely spoke<br /><br />I always knew he had a crush on me<br /><br />Do you know that reaction?<br />When you ask<br />Who loves you and<br />You don't like<br />That person,<br />The answer<br />To that<br />God dammed<br />Stupid question?<br /><br />When you wince<br />At first then<br />Shudder than<br />Pretend you're<br />Okay with it<br />That you really<br />Weren't hoping<br />For someone else a –<br /><br />Prettier more romantic<br />Someone else- but<br />Inside your stomach<br />Is twisting itself into<br />Sickness and you<br />Really don't want to<br />Face the Facts?<br /><br />That's what happened when Sam kissed me<br /><br />It was Christmas<br />His mother invited<br />My mother over<br />My mother made<br />A bee line for their<br />Kitchen, Sam<br />Was waiting for me<br />In the living room<br /><br />I skipped in and attempted a summersault<br /><br />I didn't see him at first<br />I was enthralled with<br />A TV tray covered<br />In photographs<br /><br />His family were the kind<br />Of people that had<br />TV tray dinners<br />On weekends<br /><br />His mother had<br />Pristine bathrooms<br />And his sheets was always<br />Crisp and cool<br /><br />That's the only thing<br />I really remember from<br />That moment<br /><br />And the actual kissing part of Corse<br /><br />There was mistletoe<br />I guess it was cute<br />Now-my girlfriends<br />Tell me it was adorable<br />My first kiss under mistletoe<br />How ironic that he didn't<br />Believe in Christmas<br /><br />It wasn't subtle<br />It wasn't adorable<br />It was awkward<br />And messy<br />And uncalled for<br /><br />I did not see it<br />Coming, At all<br />No clue whatsoever<br />I was prepared for<br />An hour and a half<br />At an x-friends<br />House, I brought<br />A copy of Harry<br />Potter and<br />A blank copy of my math homework<br /><br />He tried to make<br />It a great kiss<br />I think he<br />Thought it out<br />Maybe<br />He studied for<br />It, maybe<br />He watched<br />Old movies<br />And spied<br />On people<br /><br />But I wouldn't<br />Wish this kiss<br />On anyone<br /><br />It was funny<br />And awkward<br />And he practically<br />Attacked me<br /><br />It was gross<br />And sloppy<br />And humorous<br />And babyish<br />And unromantic<br />Overly spontaneous<br /><br />I wished he asked<br />It was clumsy<br />And wrong<br />And inaccurate<br />And erroneous<br />And harsh<br />And so utterly<br />Right<br /><br />It was the only first kiss I'd ever imagine for me<br />But I wouldn't wish it on anyone else<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><I>ed note: this post was edited for length</i>first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-36907340732248275322009-01-04T18:46:00.000-05:002009-01-04T18:47:39.799-05:00Blue Summer Dress (Anon., 16)We'd been dating for exactly two months and seven days. I was sixteen, and he was seventeen. Absurd, some would say, that we hadn't kissed yet. I agreed, but I was too nervous to do anything about it. We were at my Sweet 16 party in August, on the beach, at night. I wore a flowing blue summer dress; he was dressed in jeans and a blue button-down to match me. We were both barefoot. The sun was going down, the waves crashed onto the shore, and everything was perfect. It was warm outside, but not sticky. There was a slight breeze, but not enough to give me a chill. I don't remember what we were talking about. I don't know who saw, though theoretically, it could have been any of my thirty friends, my parents, or my brother. He leaned down to kiss me. I don't know how I knew it was coming, but I did. It was amazing. There were fireworks later than night over the ocean, and we sat, curled up, watching together. You may call it a cliché, but I didn't see it that way. It was the most memorable night of my life.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-68566735597888208742008-12-08T12:01:00.000-05:002008-12-08T12:03:23.897-05:00Miss PersnicketyIt all started like this:<br /><br />First I saw ma and pa kissin away and my reaction was far from horray. Guess who I saw next? Snow White! So I thought this kissin business must be right... THEN I saw it on t.v. a gal and boy kiss kissin and I felt that's what I might be missin. It didn't stop there NO SIREE. Two little birds were makin it a habit outside on ma tree! It seemed like the whole world was lockin lips, where was I in all of this? So I ran outside as fast as I can, grabbed Mr. Roger's grumpy face with one hand and kissed'em! I was so happy you can't believe, I ran back inside filled with relief. That's it, that's the story of how I got my first kiss. I gotta go now, Mr. Rogers wants to go for a walk...if I can find his leash!first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-7623039267040311612008-12-01T14:51:00.002-05:002008-12-01T14:58:31.658-05:00Illustration by Brianna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nakW5CpRdhI/STRBvp4jeFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5fNUZRbLvkE/s1600-h/Imagine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nakW5CpRdhI/STRBvp4jeFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5fNUZRbLvkE/s400/Imagine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274913350510409810" /></a>first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-89058314848669856462008-11-19T10:59:00.002-05:002008-11-19T11:03:57.216-05:00WELCOME!Hello, new readers. And welcome to The First Kiss Project! Our goal is to collect and record as many first kiss stories as possible. To investigate that sweet or awful moment. To read other people's stories and share your own. To find the common ground we all share as we went from never-been-kissed to something else entirely. <br /><br />For those of you new to the site, and who would like to submit, please try to keep your submissions on the shorter side. Full entry details can be found at the bottom of this page.<br /><br />Thanks for visiting, and enjoy!first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-31416242907741460892008-11-07T16:35:00.000-05:002008-11-07T16:36:51.731-05:00Carrie Taylor, Minneapolis, MNI was 7 years old and desperate to know what kissing was like. I didn't have<br />a boyfriend and was terrified of my crush, so I pinned my brother down against<br />his will and gave him a big, sloppy kiss right on the mouth. He wouldn't<br />speak to me for a week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-85263289230034962772008-09-07T18:31:00.001-04:002008-09-07T18:32:38.265-04:00Andres D.S. WilsonWe sat on her bed, together but alone. She put the photos back on the nightstand --<br />a scrapbook from right-to-left, deserts and smiles, Israel, Russia, IDF uniforms and girls with dark curly hair. I paused and soaked in something new and exotic, taking in whiffs of her own dark curly hair and trying to guess which shampoo she used. There weren't any pictures of him, certainly a good sign. Enshrouded in pillows and posters of cute things, I coyly took my chance, pulling her hand into mine, lost in its softness, leaving a peck on her palm as an open promise. No visible response, but I held those tiny hands tighter and tighter, making my plea without squeezing, gazing out the window as if any other kiss were as far away as the moon or one of those constellations that I always mix up.<br /><br />She went for it,<br /><br />punching with her lips, her mouth closed but her eyes wide open, asking in eyelashes. Chris Martin's falsetto acted out my smiling silence, let it expand toward those very stars that seemed so distant. She slipped a smile but caught it right away, perhaps nervous it would become a hardy laugh. From what I knew of her, it seemed really out of character. Then, we leaned back on her bed, kissing but hardly knowing where it would lead, hardly caring, just being.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-64287417905819215742008-09-01T18:40:00.000-04:002008-09-01T18:42:00.583-04:00Andrew W. TurnerI was Perseus, son of Zeus. She was Medusa, the infamous Gorgon, cursed by Athena to go through eternity with a nest of hideous snakes atop her head.<br /> <br />My first kiss was during the rehearsal of a junior high school production of "Medusa's Tale," a feminist retelling of the classic Greek myth. In the play Perseus hears Medusa's side of the story. He realizes the Gods have cruelly manipulated her. He comes to see the humanity beneath the snakes. He closes her eyes and gives her a tender kiss.<br /> <br />Then he realizes he's not acting like a real man and chops her head off.<br /> <br />"Perseus," our director, Mrs. C, intoned woefully. "I'm going to need a little more from the kiss."<br /> <br />More what? I knew what a kiss was in theory. I knew it involved a mashing of lips. I knew the tongue, like an earthworm after a heavy rain, sometimes made an appearance, eyeless and flapping. But angles, pressure, penetration… these were all variables I was completely unclear about.<br /> <br />There was also the matter of the mechanical snakes atop Medusa's head. They had been wired by Vern, our resident trailor park techie, and gave off flammable-looking sparks.<br /> <br />Our second kiss was even worse than the first. The third and fourth even moreso. Our supporting cast (Athena, Zeus, and Poseidon) snickered in the wings.<br /> <br />"Let's move onto the next part," said Mrs. C after what seemed like an eternity.<br /> <br />Medusa and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I unsheathed my sword and chopped her head off.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-70153857130106292162008-08-25T18:36:00.000-04:002008-08-25T18:38:25.881-04:00Lauren at 15, by Dan BrutonWhen I started backing the car out of the garage, I placed my arm on the back of her seat as I turned and looked through the rear windshield. I was two months away from getting my license, and the car my parents already bought was taunting me to drive it. I clumsily put the car in gear and slowly pulled into the street. <br /><br />"You sure you won’t get in trouble for this?" Lauren asked. <br />"Rules are meant to be broken." Did I really just say that? God I am cheesy, I thought to myself. <br /><br />I drove down the road about a mile and slid the Mazzy Star cd in. My friends were already having sex while listening to this cd, and I thought it must have had some kind of magical power. I turned the volume up slowly and nervously placed my hand on Lauren’s thigh as 'Fade Into You' began playing. Tonight was it; I'm going to make it happen.<br /><br />We stumbled through awkward conversation as I drove the car for a few more minutes and made my way back to the house. I pulled the car back into the garage and shut the engine off, but kept the key in the accessories position so the cd continued to play. Both Lauren and I froze up, and I knew that it was her first too. I leaned over and began the kiss with a gentle closed mouth peck, which quickly turned into a sloppy jaw wrestling marathon. We stayed in the car as the cd ended and skipped back over to the first track, just in time.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-14532098029553331612008-08-17T19:17:00.000-04:002008-08-17T19:19:09.028-04:00Katie*My face went beet red. I just kind of smiled and mumbled out this embarrassed thanks. I then proceeded to fall off the swing, landing flat on my ass. She started cracking up, and I got even more embarrassed. I asked for a hand to get up. When she reached to grab my hand I pulled her down. As luck would have it she fell right on top of me, our faces inches apart, and then it happened. I don't know how it happened, who initiated it, or what was going through either of our heads, but it happened: We kissed. Now to be fair, this was my first kiss. Yes I know that its really dorky of me to have not had my first kiss by this point, but it was perfect. I felt those fireworks that you always hear about. Lame I know, but it was just amazing. So anyway, we continued to make out for a while rolling around on the ground and finally just stopped and lay like that. We sat there holding hands looking at the sky and at the stars.<br /><br />When we said our good nights, I walked back home incredibly miserable and ecstatic at the same time<br /><br />*This story was edited for length.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-61153223350318913462008-08-04T16:24:00.000-04:002008-08-04T16:25:22.750-04:00Lyla P. @ age 16I remember I couldn't stand Rob for years before. He got on my nerves and seemed to fish with me and a friend just to annoy me. I thought he was too skinny and too young (he was a year younger than myself). Every summer I would see him again though and one summer I started to look at him differently. I would talk to him, just the two of us and little by little I was more and more attracted, no matter how much of a jerk he was in front of my friends. One night, late at the beach, he started messing with me. He took my shoes and put them where I couldn't reach. All of a sudden he put his arms around my waste. I'm pretty sure I turned bright red. We snuck off somewhere where we could be alone and all of a sudden we were kissing. We kissed so deeply, for so long, I forgot where we were and all I could think about was him. Although funny enough neither of us really knew what we were doing. No matter how much of a jerk he was at times I always felt like I knew him better and I remember our first kiss as being pure and wonderful.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-68133607213700796172008-07-27T19:20:00.002-04:002008-07-27T19:23:11.213-04:00Innocence, 17I had felt for a long time that, although as a girl I've dreamed and wondered about a kiss for a long time (dreaming of a prince charming or a shining knight from a storybook), that in the act of a first kiss, something precious would be lost. I felt that some sense of innocence would fall away and I would never be able to go back. I have received many warnings from people, most saying to wait to kiss someone until you feel sure that they are, or are at least the type, of person you are going to marry. <br /><br />It's the summer after my junior year of highschool. This moment was only two weeks ago. You see our relationship started off with a little drama, each of us with someone else in relationships wasn't really going anywhere. We had an instant connection, couldn't stop talking, seemed utterly fascinated by each other. I can't begin to express how wonderful he is, how accepting of the darkness in my nature, of my past, or how his eyes light up when he smiles. I can't begin to express the sense of finality that is here, despite our youth, each of us seventeen. We both believe, maybe just feel, that God intended this, put this love into being, made us for this purpose, to be together. <br /><br />And we were standing by the river, under a metal roof by a picnic table. I asked him why it was he always took his glasses off around me. He looked cute in them. He replied it was easier to do things like this---reached out and pulled my chin up gently and kissed me. It wasn't what I expected from watching movies, and I didn't open my mouth. I just froze. It reminded me then of a fish, because he kissed me straight on without turning his head and the way I imagined. His lips looked then reminded me of that fish face you make when you press your cheeks in with your hands. I felt lightheaded, dizzy, felt my face flush deeply. <br /><br />I remembered looking up at him once, he was smiling, almost a smirk that said, you look so cute when you're embarrassed. I felt ashamed, maybe guilty, I didn't understand what to do. And it hadn't even been two months. I felt like I'd lost something. As time passed and I had time to think, I realized I hadn't lost anything. I knew exactly where it was. It rested on the lips of the man I loved. And he wasn't going anywhere. Another try, and I still couldn't move. A third a while later and I kissed him back. Then I kissed him. <br /><br />He told me once that my kiss was different. I asked if that was bad. He replied that it wasn't bad, he just thought maybe it was different because I was the first girl he had kissed who loved him back. And that's the story. Well, once piece of it. It continues to this day...and hopefully, God willing, it will continue until the day I die.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917459.post-52943265190090601722008-07-20T21:06:00.000-04:002008-07-20T21:07:28.254-04:00My First Kiss X, Age 5My first kiss was when i was five. I was at pre-school, on one of my last days and all us little kids where playing truth or dare.<br /><br />It came to mine turn and i chose dare. My dare was for me and a boy called Taylor to kiss. We agreed to it but only if we could go around behind to buliding and no one watched us. They all said ok, so Taylor and I made our way round the back of the buliding.<br /><br />We didn't have to kiss cause no one would ever know if we did or didn't, but he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was the cutest thing. We were just two little, freckled kids.first kiss teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644806252546370731noreply@blogger.com