Although long ago, can you remember your first kiss?

oldaunt said:
I will never forget it. I was 12, and the 14 year old neighbor boy grabbed me and forced a kiss on my lips. I belted him in the mouth, knocking out a filling.
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I get it, Auntie. Nobody wants to be forced. If he got away with it once, he'd do it again. I didn't knock out a filling, but I did push a guy into the lake. He's lucky that's all I did. I should've kneed him in the n*ts first and then pushed him into the lake! 🤨
 

oldaunt said:
I don't consider it extreme at all, and I bet many women would agree. I would do the same today.
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And at your age, and the guy 2yrs older than that, you should, because that situation would be nothing short of bizarre. But employing phrases like "don't touch me" and "back off arse-wipe" are effective as basically a warning shot before you go all WWF on a smooch thief. What I'm saying is that, at 14, socially immature, probably a first offender, he might not have taken warnings very seriously. Older guys do, unless they're psychos, or brain damaged.
 
For the life of me ... I cannot recall my first kiss with any of my early boyfriends in school.
I guess it didn't make much of an impression ... and that's sad.

But I do remember the first time I kissed my future husband.. I was 15
 
It wouldn't have occurred to me to sock any boy in the jaw, like oldaunt, but I'd seen enough cartoons to think the appropriate response to an unwanted kiss was a sharp slap while saying, "Fresh!"

My first real kiss was at the end of my first real date when I was fifteen. He was visiting the people next door for a few weeks, and his older girl cousins must have set it all up as, "Something for him to do."

He was cute in that Bobby Vinton sort of way, straight out of Lisa Simpson's teen magazine, "Non Threatening Boys." At the end of the date, under the porch light, he kissed me on the lips and I remember being very surprised at how nice it felt and that the tingling sensation lasted for a while.
 
I do recall my first kiss. We both were in 8th grade. We had band class together and I could clearly see her while in the band room. She was beautiful to me, and she had a great personality. I met her at a school dance, later that year. I kissed her at the end of the night before she had to leave to meet her parents outside. It was a quick kiss on the lips, and she liked it. I was crazy happy as I walked all the way home that night. We were good friends for the rest of the school year. But, that Summer, we moved to another town as my dad got a new job. We kept in touch for a year or two, but I never saw her again...
 
Murrmurr said:
And at your age, and the guy 2yrs older than that, you should, because that situation would be nothing short of bizarre. But employing phrases like "don't touch me" and "back off arse-wipe" are effective as basically a warning shot before you go all WWF on a smooch thief. What I'm saying is that, at 14, socially immature, probably a first offender, he might not have taken warnings very seriously. Older guys do, unless they're psychos, or brain damaged.
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Sneak attacks are hard to warn off, dude. At any rate, I stand by the words that NO ONE has a right to put hands OR lips on someone uninvited. Anyone who thinks otherwise DOES have social issues.
 
"First kiss"
Oh yeah. 1966, Saturday night teen dance. Danced with a girl I knew from Jr. High school. We kissed at the end of the evening, her mother was picking her up out front. We dated for maybe a year. My house burned down in a brush fire driven by the Santa Ana winds that typically blow in SoCal in the fall. Moved from area, we pretty much drifted apart...
 
Lots of those spin the bottle games at birthday parties when I was young. I don't recall many of the kisses at all.

But the first kiss that counted....15 and it happened at weekend dance. Intermission, the one I had just been dancing with asked me to walk outside, and softly he turned, kissed me on the lips, so gently....whew!
 
oldaunt said:
Sneak attacks are hard to warn off, dude. At any rate, I stand by the words that NO ONE has a right to put hands OR lips on someone uninvited. Anyone who thinks otherwise DOES have social issues.
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Funny this should come up. The one boy I think of as "the one who got away," is a boy I went out with twice in college. He was really nice and seemed crazy about me in a different sort of way then anyone else I've known.

At that age I had dated quite a bit and been kissed many times, but none of them had asked first. We always just seemed to look at each other in certain way and then he'd move in for a kiss.

So at the end of each date when this nice boy would ask me if it was okay if he kissed me I would suddenly freeze with self-consciousness and turn away, plus, I admit it made him seem, not exactly nerdy, but not exactly suave, either. Needless to say after the second date he never asked me again although I really liked him. 😖
 
Alligatorob said:
Maybe not first, but I do remember first “make out”

I was 15 or so, enjoyed it!
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I was 15, too. She was a year or 2 older and lived on the next farm over. We made out in my gramps' hay barn and I remember thinking "Yeah, here we go, straight outta some novel by Steinbeck or someone like that."

It was a lot more fun than I'd imagined.
 
I was fifteen and so was he. It was new years eve! Three years later, he proposed, two years more and we were married. Thirty one years and three weeks after marriage I gave him my last kiss. The guy at the funeral home was not pleased that he had to move the heavy flower arrangment off the coffin after the service for my last kiss but I was determined to have the very last moment with my love.
 
Judging from this thread, 15 seems to be the year our lips became connected to our, er, brains.
Murrmurr said:
I was 15, too. She was a year or 2 older and lived on the next farm over. We made out in my gramps' hay barn and I remember thinking "Yeah, here we go, straight outta some novel by Steinbeck or someone like that."
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Steinbeck, huh? Pretty classy, Murrmuurr! I got my education from a novel serialized in my parents'
"Life" magazine. "The Postman Always Rings Twice," by James M. Cain. Whooey.
 

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