How many still remember that first kiss?

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
You know the one. Not the little kid kiss but the first "real" kiss. I do. I was on my bike at the top of a concrete set of steps leading down to the driveway of her home. I quickly kissed her on the lips and then to top it off rode my bike down those steps and after the first step I slid off the seat and on the bar that runs from seat to handle bars. I don't have to tell the guys here how that worked out and for you gals suffice to say it was a long and painful ride home for a 14 year old boy. But I DID have that first "real" kiss under my belt!
 

I don't remember my first kiss, sadly. I do remember a surprise kiss though. In my teens, a boy & I were selecting tunes at the juke box. He suddenly kissed me; I had no idea it was coming! He had a girlfriend, too. We just walked away from each other as if nothing had happened.
 
You know the one. Not the little kid kiss but the first "real" kiss. I do. I was on my bike at the top of a concrete set of steps leading down to the driveway of her home. I quickly kissed her on the lips and then to top it off rode my bike down those steps and after the first step I slid off the seat and on the bar that runs from seat to handle bars. I don't have to tell the guys here how that worked out and for you gals suffice to say it was a long and painful ride home for a 14 year old boy. But I DID have that first "real" kiss under my belt!

Under your belt ???
 
I remember mine very well, sigh. I was seventeen, and enjoying a day of swimming at the beach acroos the street from where we lived. Anyway, a boy and I dived off the float out in the bay. We dove under it. When we surfaced, we smiled, and stared at each other for a moment, and then he kissed me. I can still see those beautiful violet eyes in my mind.
 
I was barely a teen, when an older boy that I liked went to kiss me on my friend's back porch. I closed my eyes to kiss him, but when I felt his tongue on my closed lips I was taken aback and pulled away. Nothing was said, and needless to say, no more kisses after that....I was a bit too young and he was already experienced.
 
I remember mine very well, sigh. I was seventeen, and enjoying a day of swimming at the beach acroos the street from where we lived. Anyway, a boy and I dived off the float out in the bay. We dove under it. When we surfaced, we smiled, and stared at each other for a moment, and then he kissed me. I can still see those beautiful violet eyes in my mind.

Oh, that sounds like a lovely scene from a movie. *sigh*
 
I remember mine very well, sigh. I was seventeen, and enjoying a day of swimming at the beach acroos the street from where we lived. Anyway, a boy and I dived off the float out in the bay. We dove under it. When we surfaced, we smiled, and stared at each other for a moment, and then he kissed me. I can still see those beautiful violet eyes in my mind.

Oh how sweet! :love_heart:
 
I was 13.
i married him 36 years later....

Wow! That must be a cool story!
I know my first real kiss was in 7th grade,I remember the boy (Tom Kazakoff) but I don`t remember the actual kiss because there were many over a several month period. But the only first kiss that really matters to me is the first kiss from my husband. It took place in late November,1965,on a ship moored in San Francisco Bay-it was a tourist attraction boat named the Balclutha. Wonder if I can find a pic....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balclutha_(1886)#/media/File:Balclutha_ship.jpg
 
I remember mine very well, sigh. I was seventeen, and enjoying a day of swimming at the beach acroos the street from where we lived. Anyway, a boy and I dived off the float out in the bay. We dove under it. When we surfaced, we smiled, and stared at each other for a moment, and then he kissed me. I can still see those beautiful violet eyes in my mind.

You were always a mermaid, a kissin mermaid at that.
 
Me too...*bleurgh*

feeling_sick.jpg
 
I honestly don't remember my first kiss, but i remember my first kiss with the first person i really loved. She was, and still is, the girl of my dreams.
 
I was only 6 years old, and we had just been introduced to each other. I remember looking into her soulful brown eyes and being transfixed by them. She had a reputation for being a bit wild, but I didn't care.

I stroked her long hair as our faces slowly came together, and that first kiss would stay with me for the rest of my life.

Heidi was a GREAT dog!
 


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