Your first kiss

My first kiss was when I was 5 years old and a boy named Leslie liked me. He had a pet monkey 🐵 and said if I gave him a kiss, he’d show me his monkey. Sure enough he invited me to his house where he showed me his pet monkey. This all sounds so wrong 😂but he did actually have a monkey in a cage. Poor thing. It stunk so bad and really wasn’t worth my first kiss. LOL!
 
Amazing! I was eleven, Debby was thirteen. We went at it for over an hour, under a ping pong table in a dark basement, in her three flat. The next day, after a very restless night, I couldn't wait to go across the alley and see her, again, in her apartment, under the guise of seeing her younger brother, David. When I went into her room, she was doing school work at her desk. She looked at me and said, "What are you doing in here? Get out!" I never spoke to her, again.

I had been used by this "older woman!" I learned a lesson, though, so it was a positive experience: Never trust a red head who comes up to you as you're playing Spud, in her back yard and, when she leans on you, as you're standing there, and she starts playing with your hair, you can feel the heat from her crotch, against your leg, literally. She's a gal who's just needing a guy, any guy, real quick.
 

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I wrote about my first kiss and posted it in a thread of mine

It wasn't quite what most experienced

This is rather lengthy
But.....it was my first one

Patricia

My first real girlfriend, other than ‘dancer number three’ from the Jackie Gleason Show, was Patricia….fourth grade I think it was.

She had this smile, this beguiling smile, and if per chance she cast one your way, well, it turned all us guys into befuddled masses of profound stupidity, and I was no exception…and she knew it.

So every time she would come near, or I mysteriously found myself near her, I’d make sure and do something cool, like flip my fountain pen up in the air and nonchalantly catch it, writing side down. Unknowing that I’d just sprayed myself with a unique pattern of Scheaffer traditional blue …..’Boob, James Boob’.

Oh, yeah, and her eyes…flashing, batting brown eyes….and some kinda smell too…better than, say, my catcher’s mitt, or even gramma’s rhubarb pie.

That’s all I remember about her looks.

Didn’t even consider the shape of her hind end, or if she even had one for that matter.

One blessed day her parents invited my parents to dinner.

I sat across the table from her, sipping my shaken not stirred fruit punch, creating a rather distinguished looking purple mustache.



These folks had lived outta the states for a few years, and rather proudly offered up their unusual cuisine.

There, on my plate, was a heaping festering mound of curry and rice. Not the spicy curry of the orient, no, this was some sorta green slimy slices of slug guts.

Patricia smiled at me, batting her eyes.

I forked the slug slices, and moved them around my plate, mustering and encouraging my life long taste buds of fried potatoes, hamburger patties and ketchup.

I furtively went to the potatoes.

Only they were swimming in some sorta gawd awful milk sauce….not fried, definitely not fried.

I think I had two bites, feigning nausea, gladly skipping dessert which looked much like mousse of dog vomit.

Patricia invited me up to her room (HER ROOM!!!), upstairs, legs of Patricia, leading the way….huh, Patricia has legs…nice, really really nice legs (fantasy log note 137; wimin my age have legs too. Take note, with etching fluids).

And there I was, in a girl’s room.

Puffy, fuzzy things.

Pink things.

Lacy, frilly things.

Some sorta awning of posts and frilly cloth over her bed.

Pillows, stuffed toys, more pillows, more toys.

So there we were.

‘Nice place ya got here’ (I almost said ‘doll face’, but somehow knew my Bogart wasn’t working any better than my Bond).

‘You are in third place on my list.’

(‘what? there’s a list?’)

‘If you kiss my locket, you’ll be at the top.’

(‘If I kiss her locket?’)

(‘What the heck is a locket?’)

She pulled a dainty gold chain from where, I’d discover years later, cleavage came from.

Her locket was a little gold heart.

I felt really really stupid.

Here I was, in a gurl’s room, with all this claustrophobic crap, and even considering kissing her locket for cryin’ out loud.

Get me the heck outta here!

(bat, bat, smile)

S-o-o-o-o after I kissed her locket, landing me solidly into first place, we went downstairs.





Funny thing, next day at school I took on a much different persona.

My once pitter patting heart went back to a normal beat.

Her smile took on a more sneer like function.

Her batting eyes became nothing more than a possible Tourette.

Her smell took on the odor of curry.

Basically, she disgusted me…and less than 24 hours ago I’d kissed her locket….damn.

My first fleeting relationship.

Not for locker room lore.
 
My first kiss was when I was about 14. Met a Cypriot boy ( who was drop-dead gorgeous with amazing brown eyes and long black eyelashes and a nice smile)who chatted me up and he took me to a cinema in Islington London a right flea pit it was but that didn't matter. Halfway through the film he held my hand and this led to a kiss and my first ever kiss. I was nervous incase I didn't kiss properly but must have as he whispered you are a nice kisser and I was pleased in a shy way. Ive never forgotten that date and that boy and his kisses.We had a couple more dates but not to that cinema and it fizzled out like youngsters on dates did back then in the 50's.
 
My parents dragged us to church every time the doors were open. I was 14 and had developed a friendship with a boy who lived a few blocks from the church. It was a Wednesday night. I sneaked out during church service and met him under a street light nearby. We talked for a little while. He playfully grabbed me around the waist, picked me up, and swung me around three times, kissing me on the last round. I was dizzy and thought, "Wow, this kissing thing is great!". Cars driving by on the highway were honking at us, making it quite noisy. I was smitten!
 
First kiss part one: I was 12 and on vacation at my Gran's in another state. I met a boy who asked my cousin who I was and could he talk to me. I went to his yard, which was across the street and we sat on one of those old fashioned outdoor swings. During our conversation he leaned over and kissed me. I wasn't thrilled. He wore glasses and I figured he really couldn't see me well. It was new and not exactly invited and I didn't enjoy it.

First kiss part two : I was at a friend's party when I was 13. This really cute boy asked me to dance, so we did. Then he gave me this deep romantic kiss on the dancefloor which sent me spinning. We danced again and again and kissed again and again and I was in heaven! I remember his name was Marc and he was the handsomest thing. This time I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. :love:
 
I remember when I was about 8/9 in the early 50'sI had a crush on a lad and I was so young and had no idea of sexual feelings and realised in adulthood that this was my first experience of 'having the hots' :D I didn't exist to him.:cry: I can still see him in my mind's eye and remember his name..LOL! Then when I moved to another school at the age of 12 had a crush on a lad and still had no idea what it was all about. Then that was that had no more crushes on school boys and my first date was with the lad who took me to the cinema at the age of 14 and my first kiss. At 16 I met my real boyfriend who I wed in 1964:cool:
 
Absolutely disgusting. It was while playing spin the bottle and I had no idea people were sticking their tongues in each others mouths when they kissed. I went to the bathroom and threw up.

The first good one was several years later at 15 years old and started tentative, sweet and very, very nice. Lasted a long time and as it intensified, I was very okay with the tongue thing!
 
Ive not kissed a man since my Hubby passed away nearly five years ago. When I say kissed I mean a kiss between a couple with love and a sexual connotation. Pecks on the cheek with a good friend/companion that has not a glimmer of passion...thank goodness.

I guess at my age Im not going to get that buzz of a nice long kiss and tbh dont want to but remember my first kiss and teenage kisses and all the loving ones that I had with Hubby.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
There's a first kiss, and then there's the first kiss. A first kiss was under some mistletoe at a part time job Xmas party-there was a good 20 year age difference. THE first kiss was with Sue, 18, on a park swing at 2 AM.
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Like Fuzzy, I had some early very forgettable kisses that meant absolutely nothing then or now.

My first real kiss happened when I was 15, and it was pure magic.
 
I was a late bloomer. Freshman year at college, she and I both lived in the same dorm. When I mentioned that one could access the building's roof by jimmying the lock of a maintenance access door on the 3rd floor (women's floor) stairwell landing and then climbing a ladder up through a trap door, she told me she just had to try that.
So we're on the flat roof, three stories up at about 11:00 at night, all alone with a pretty cool view of the campus....she softly moved up against me, chest to chest, right into my personal space and I thought, "Oh wow, this is it, she actually wants this....." Kissing was a lot easier and more agreeable than I'd been worrying for years that it might be. We tongued each other and that was pretty good too.
 
My first kiss wasn't until high school. The same night I lost my virginity. LOL!

Since then I've only had two kisses that were utterly amazing. The ones where the world around you becomes non-existent. The one guy was afraid to date me because he was afraid of being made fun of for dating the high school freak. The other was a wife beater. Pity.
 
I was a late bloomer and quite innocent. Summer after high school graduation... this guy wanted to know what type of toothpaste I used. And then suddenly, boommmmmmmmmmmm ... a French kiss. I slapped him and ran off. LOL
 
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My first "real" kiss was when I was in high school. I was in ROTC and we went to an Army base for a week to experience what basic training was like. We had the evenings off mostly. There were very few girls compared to the guys, and we spent most of those evenings somewhere having a "good time". I learned a lot that week.
 

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