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When I was in high school, sixteen years old, I had my first kiss. I'll never forget it. The girl was Samantha, she was blonde, about 5'6 and a great athletic body. We met on the bus coming back from a band trip to Orlando. We just talked and talked and talked and it never stopped. So, the week we got back, she called me up and asked me to come over on Friday. As it turns out, her best friend's boyfriend had a car and I didn't, so he picked me up and we went over for a double date. We went to her friend's house and chatted for a while then went to get some food. On the way to the restaurant I began feeling like I needed to make a move. So, I put my hand on hers and thankfully she liked it. By the time we got back we were holding hands and just looking at each other the way silly high school kids do. We went upstairs and put a movie on and as luck had it, there was no couch in the room, they had a bed instead. So me and Samantha lay on the bed holding hands, and progressed from there slowly because I was extremely nervous. We were holding each other and just really staring at each other and eventually I got the nerve to ask her out. I whispered it in her ear and she didn't hear me so I had to repeat it "Would you like to go out with me?" She turned her head toward me, said "yes" and mounted me. She then proceeded with what was my first kiss. It was incredible. She smelled so great, she looked like a model, and she was kissing me. I'll never forget it.

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It was my Junior year of high school and I was not one of the common jocks and partiers so I would do whatever I could to meet girls including join drama club. I had auditioned for OKLAHOMA under the influence of one girl inparticular. Well as I had planned I got close to the girl and finally mustard up enoguh strength to ask her to go to the prom with me. We talked on the phone every night leading up to the big day and i would go see her on the weekends and after school. One night as we were watching a movie at her house I looked deep into her eyes and asked he what she was thinking. When she told me that a mutual friend had told her that she shouldn't kiss me I said "F**k her, I don't care what she says." That is when I leaned in for the kiss. It was just as I had expected. The whole drive home I was waiting to be awakened from a dream, but it never happened. We ended up dating for almost two years before moving off to diffferent colleges. We are still really good friends to this day.

XI

My first kiss, was in second grade year. I had known Arron since we started kindergarten. We liked each other, wrote little notes back and forth, we even wrote each other durning the summer. Well after our second grade year had started, we were playing on the slides and I fell off of the little slide. Arron came and gave me a kiss to make me feel better. I remember that to this day. She moved away that summer, and we lost touch with each other. I wish I could find her...

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I was in 8th grade and my parents took my sisters and me camping. I was so mad because I had to miss soccer and my friends to go camping that I refused to enjoy the trip. I was walking around all of the camp site one day when I saw this really cute guy walking towards me. He introduced himself and asked if he could walk around with me. I was so bored so I said sure. We walked and talked for hours and from then on we were inseperable.

The night before I left I was sitting on the dock about dusk with him. We were talking and looking at the sunset when he kissed me. It was magical. It was the sweetest softest kiss at the sweetest time. Needless to say I was really happy my parents made us go camping. I don't even remember the guys name now, but I will never forget the kiss.

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It’s amazing it was so long ago, I was so young, but I remember it well. It’s really stupid, of course, b/c we were kids, but cute when I look back.

I was in the 8th grade. I had just moved to a new city, but continued to play in the band (not cool band, band nerd band) in my old home town. The teacher asked me to come back to play at the Grande Ol’ Opera House in TN. It was the bands big playoff and he needed a first chair (me). Anyway, TN is very far from LA so we had quite a bus ride. Fortunately for me, I got to sit next to the boy that I had a huge crush on before I moved (Brandon *sigh*). We talked all the way there, not a wink of sleep or lag in conversation. We both agreed that we liked each other, and that we should “go out” but we weren’t sure how it would work now that I was in another city. An old friend in the seats next to us asked us “so what are you going to do, write letters and when you get to see each other once in a while catch up.” Brandon looked at the boy and said “no, when we see each other were going to do this” and he turned back around in his seat to face me, put his hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me in for this oh so sweet kiss. It was perfect. Soft, sensuous, and sweet, not messy. Our lips were so soft on each others. It seemed like it lasted forever, and I never wanted it to end. Fortunately it was a long trip, so we would come up for air during rest stops but would pick up right where we left off once alone again. We did date for a while once I got back home to my new city. The letters slowly began to distance and then stopped. I never went back to my old home town to see him. I guess all the kissing we did on that trip was to make up for the fact that I was never going to get to kiss him again.

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I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the sixth grade at Downsville Elementary. This jenny girl always had the best parties. It was October, her birthday was a special time for all of us, it meant making out. Only the coolest kids were invited, you know “the in crowd." My friend Chris had asked me if I had ever “gotten” with anyone. I told him, “no I didn’t think so. Gotten with hmmm.... After a few hours he told me it was tongue kissing, I had never done this but pretended to be quite experienced at this "getting together business." The girl I was set to get with was Debra, a slender thin girl with bad hair and a small gap between her front teeth. She wasn’t even a virgin, or that was the word on the street. She asked me to dance and off we went dancing and before I knew it her tongue was so far down my throat that I had to breathe out of my nose. And I almost gagged; she was choking my life away with this Gene Simmons of a tongue. It must of went on for 45 seconds or so it felt like 45 minutes I mean that’s along time not to be able to breathe at 12 years old. We ended up kissing all night long I was a god at school after that; everyone looked up to me from then on.

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I was 10 and she was 8. Amy was a girl from the same apartments I lived in. Over the summer we had begun to play together and one day while sitting in a hiding spot in the parking garage I daringly held her hand. She seamed to like it and we talked about all kinds of stupid stuff that I don’t remember anymore. We had gotten on the subject of how the older kids had boyfriends and girlfriends. I told her I would pick her as my girlfriend when we were old enough and she smiled. My mom and older sister had been teasing me that Amy had a big crush on me but I didn't believe it until that day. I was looking at her in a new way as we talked noticing how she hung on my every word. We were talking about what boyfriends and girlfriends did and kissing came up. I still remember gazing at her sweet small lips as she licked them nervously. I smiled asking her if I could try kissing her and she nodded her head shyly. I had seen my parents kiss as well as my sister and a boy or two. I told her to close her eyes. I held her face in my hands like I had seen my father do with mom. I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Gently I parted her lips with mine, she slowly followed my lead. My tongue nervously dancing along the line of my bottom lip and hers, gradually sliding past her lips meeting up with her tongue. For a few minutes we kissed the sloppy kiss of the new kissers. My hands gliding down her neck and pulling her little body into my arms we found our stride slowly teaching each other what felt good. We kissed many more times that summer and even taught each other a few other things. When we were older we dated and had a very happy time together. But like all loves it ended but we are still friends.

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My first kiss happened not so long ago. It was on September 2nd, 2005, around 4am. I was 16, she was 18. Okay, I'm going to start from the very beginning, because this will probably seem very very complicated and confusing if you don't know the whole story.

It was the beginning of the summer (late June/early July) when I realized I liked her, no, I realized I loved her. Of course, I was too shy to tell her directly, so instead I told her I had feelings for someone, and I began to describe her. She would ask questions, and I would answer them. After the conversation had progressed for some time, she finally convinced me to tell her who it was; she had already figured it out. But she let me tell her on my own. She's a genius in that way.

We soon began to spend more and more time together. Learning about eachother, exploring eachother's soul. It eventually got down to spending nights at her house, watching movies, or just talking, spending time together. I used to be extremely uncomfortable with touch; I always had a 'bubble'. She, however, can't stop touching others, especially those she cares for. So, it was a bit scary for me to be around her, because of the feelings I had for her, and the feelings she was growing for me, and the contact that went with her feelings. She was my first hand-hold, as well as my first kiss.

We spent many nights out walking, gazing at the starlit sky. It was amazing. Then, after one incredible night, we were taking our time saying good bye. We stood at the road in which we separated, her house at one end, mine at the other. We stood there for what seemed like forever, just holding each other. We would just talk about whatever came to mind, and there were times of just silence as well. We would listen to each other breathe, and smear up each other’s glasses. When our good bye was coming to an end she said, "Are you brave enough yet?" I asked "To do what?" She quickly said "This." as she moved her head quickly and came in to kiss me. Her kiss was soft and gentle, yet forced so I wouldn't back away. I was shocked. Her tongue gently parted my lips, teasing me with her beauty. It was a short kiss, but thinking back on it, it seemed to last forever. Then we really said good bye, and just as her hand was about to leave mine, I whispered, "I Love you." I had been planning on saying it all night, I had been gathering up the courage to say it for some time. She quickly came back, kissed me again, hugged me again, and whispered "I know," into my ear. Then we finally parted ways. I was in shock the whole way home. Tears of happiness slowly rolling down my cheek.

We continued to spend our nights together until she moved away to college. Our kisses became more frequent, and longer lasting. It was heaven. Her hands would caress my neck and back, and I would mimic her moves. I was completely inexperienced, and she taught me how to touch people, kiss them back. Kiss her back.

Sadly, she has now moved to college. She lives 2 hours away, so I try to visit her on the weekends. I miss her so badly.

She was and still is, my first Love.

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My first kiss was 10 years ago, when I was 22. An old family friend (I will just say his name as Bob) was visiting us from west coast. He was a grad student at a college there. He was actually best buddy of my oldest brother, but they had drifted apart after high school. But my parents were fond of him. It was a hot August day and we were chilling out in our backyard pool. Then my folks and some others who were at home wanted to go to a movie (one of Star Wars sequels). I had seen it already and said I didn't want to go. Bob said he will keep me company and Bob and I were left alone. He then said I was all growing up and asked if I had started dating yet and I said like Mom won’t let me. Then he asked if I had kissed at all and I said no. Then he came by and kissed me. He said I was kissing like a baby and showed me how. One of the memorable afternoons in my life.

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I dont really remember much, its been so long ago.. but I was in junior high 7th or 8th grade, my next door neighbor Kevin brought a friend over and introduced me to him. Billy, and boy, was he handsome! We met up a few times and talked and held hands, all the usual stuff until one day he asked me to a movie. As we were walking home we were having a great time talking and laughing like usual. Then he walked me to my door and on the bottom step kissed me. It wasnt that great, looking back on it, but that was it- my first kiss.