Do you remember your first kiss?

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My first kiss was 2 weeks ago, man I couldn't breathe after that. It was a damn good kiss. It lasted for a good 10 mintues.

Lol, the memory of it still makes me cringe. I was 16 and had been dating this guy for four months. He still hadn't kissed me (neither of us had a clue as to what we were doing), and I was leaving his place with a couple of my girl friends. I was about to get in the car, when he pulled me over and proceeded to stick his tongue down my throat, practically chocking me. The worse part was when I realized he had chewing tobacco in his mouth.

It was awful. When I got in the car and drove off with my friends, they asked me how it was and immediately started laughing at the look of discust on my face. I think the only reason he even did it (the kiss, who knows what he was thinking with the tobacco), was because one of his friends was standing next to him and he didn't want to look like a loser.

My first kiss happened when I was 20. It was at a frat party of some sort, and there were a lot of people I didn't know. Everybody at the party was really drunk. At one point, I approached this girl. She wasn't model-looking, but cute, in a way that could make you feel comfortable right away. And I was amazed by how friendly she was. I asked her to dance, and we ended up dancing for nearly 20 minutes. Her hair had a faint smell of flowers, probably from the hairspray she used. I don't remember how the kissing started, but next thing I knew, I felt a tongue in my mouth. I was so shocked (in a pleasant way) that I froze, as her tongue moved around in my mouth. I don't even remember for how long I kept making out with her, but was quite a while. After that night, I couldn't stop smiling for nearly a week.

I'm 23, and I've never had the opportunity to kiss a woman.

Sort of. I remember my first sort-of kiss. Our lips had barely touched when someone interrupted us. After that, er...I don't remember my first actual kiss. I vividly remember my first kiss with each of my successive girls though.

17, and about an hour after being asked out by my 1st gf. "Tears Don't Fall" by Bullet For My Valentine was playing at the time courtesy of one of my mates, good choice...

Yeah..I was 15 and a Freshman in high school....he was this sorta nerdy super-smart goof-ball who was a Junior..he was actually the best friend of the guy I had a crush on's older brother. We were kinda part of this group of smart weirdo kids who would hang out together and do model UN and academic decathalon and watch foreign films and and blah blah.....

I was one of the younger less-smart ones..

He invited me out for the usual...watching French movies with the French exchange student...or something like that.....only none of the other kids who normally were part of the group were there...so it was just the two of us watching Star Wars dubbed in French....and he wrote on a legal pad "would it be ok if I kissed you?"...I was flabbergasted and oblivious and said yes...then I told him I had never been kissed before afterwards which freaked him out and he took me home...We ended up being make-out partners for about a week..during which time I went kinda far just because I simply didn't know any better.....and then he ditched me.

It put me in sorta bad standing with the rest of the group. I was sort of scandalised...and was never really part of that group again...went down a different less-academic path after that.....

I sure do! Omg, I was at a sockhop, which was a dance back in the day, and you really did take your shoes off and dance in your socks...I was wearing an orange body suit, a stuffed bra, and a short, short, orange flowered culotte, which is like shorts and a skirt for you young un's. ha, anyway, his name was tim davis, and we kissed behind the cafeteria where the dance was, at his school---I was about 13, and he had a mouth that was so delectable, you could have eaten dinner on his lips, and when he kissed me, my knees felt weak, my toes curled, and I felt like swooning.
Later, as I kept coming to the dances and we'd make out, held at his school, he taught me how to kiss, basically...and eventually tried to cop a feel of my non existant breasts, which I would gladly have let him cup, if I hadn't been flatter than a board, and all tissue paper, and bra....lol
Later he found out I was considered the class nerd and freak at my own school and he dropped me like a hot potato....ahhhh, good times.....ar ar ar

Nah, it's ok now, I love my nerdiness now, and am at peace with being the Queen of all Geekazoids...ha, no but seriously, he is bald, and he's been divorced twice, 3 kids, and is an alcoholic...sad huh?
I on the other hand, am still beautiful, have my sh*t together, raised a gorgeous child alone, don't really drink or have problems like that...
my great tragedy is that the only man I ever loved, whom I'd known and who knew me since I was 17, committed suicide 4 years ago, and the loss is with me every day....now THAT is a tragedy...
rejection from some shallow punk? bah, meaningless now---at the time IT WAS TRAGIC!! !! ! omg, and now it's funny as hell....
it's all about perspective isn't it?
I'm finally coming out of the mourning though...but I haven't kissed or been kissed in years now...and didn't even realize that, until this question was posted...I miss kissing.

BTW, I love bald men; bald is ok, it's what's inside that counts...alcoholic I won't put up with....I just had to throw the bald thing in, because he was so vain about his hair....lol. he was like the george clooney character from the movie oh brother where art thou

I was 11, he was a couple of years younger and the boy next door. We couldn't stop giggling. It was very quick, with our mouths closed.