Can you remember your first kiss?

Yes.I was 15.His name was Jim.Heavenly Jim :)

Me and my best guy friend (along with his brother) were playing something like G.I.Joe rescues the princess when we were like six. Who ever won out of the two boys gets a kiss by the princess. Me and my best guy friend later hid in the basement and kissed. HaHa

I was in grade one, he was a year younger, it was in his backyard (while we were standing on his picnic table), and it was quick. He smelled like a sweaty boy, mixed with dirt…

If we’re talking tonsil hockey here then yup I remember it well. Her name was Debbie….she wasn’t from Dallas & I lit that baby up like a frickin pinball machine XD

First real kiss? Grade 8. His name was Terry. He was from out of town and he was friends with my cousin. That summer, we spent a great deal of time up at her cottage. He was a sweet guy. He picked me up and carried me over the rocks at the beach. :) He also kissed me there. Again, sweaty, but, a sweet kiss.

He also stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt something poking me in the ass. I asked him what it was and he said that was a “stick” that was in his pocket, Hahaha. I was so naive.

Yep. It was a warm summer night. She wore braces. I remember the feel of her skin through her clothes. Nice.
Thank you for reminding me.

Unfortunately… yes.

No, but I do remember my first french kiss as it was not as long ago. I did not like it, not for me.

Yep Andrea planted one on me and I thought that was so cool. A nice unexpected surprise!

First kiss on the lips was at age 7 with a girl called Angela.
First French kiss was with a teacher on a school trip to France age 13.

Unfortunately, I remember.

His name was Daniel. I kissed him for a pack of Pokemon cards.

It was with my wife-to-be. We were in Paris. I had taken her to the Brasserie Lipp, a legendary old hangout for artists, politicians, etc. In those days, it was ruled over by a Monsieur Cazes, who screened the patrons at the door and directed them to the area of the restaurant best suited to their social status—the beautiful and famous on the lower level, where they could see and be seen, and the common folk to the upper level where they could do no harm. For some reason, M. Cazes directed us to a table right in the middle of the lower level.

We ordered a slice of foie gras and a bottle of Sancere. I excised the little nugget of truffle from the center of the foie gras and poked it into my goddess’ mouth. She leaned over, casual as you please, and initiated me into the art of kissing. It was just too perfect. I wonder if M. Cazes regretted putting us there.

Troy.. cute blond boy I had a crush on, who lived upstairs. I was 9 and we were friends.. I was upstairs one day watching TV with him and some kissing in the opening sequence of Dukes of Hazzard inspired us to try an open-mouth kiss. We had no clue tongues were supposed to be involved. It was a little confusing and featured a lot of head movements and teeth bashing.

Thank god it only got better from there.

I was eight, someone had brought out flavored blow bubbles and we were all running around with our tongues out trying to catch them. Someone’s older sister was playing too and well we went for the same bubble… damn shota cougar. lol

Yeah, i remember, it stank.
I only had the television as example as how to do (French) kissing.
It was a so called film kiss, open mouth against open mouth, no tongues involved.
More of a unnecessary mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Yes, I didn’t like it even though I liked the guy. I was 11, he was 15 and very sexually aggressive which unnerved me more than it excited me. French kissing wasn’t what I’d hoped it be.

Oh boy…
I was fourteen.
His name was Avery.
We were at church camp.
He kissed me behind the church. Haha.

Mmhmm I do I can tell you it was a wednesday after school around 4:00 o’clock. We were talking and having our alone time that we’ve wanted for awhile so I could tell her I love her with out any distractions. yes it happened in this age so I was 14. And I said I loved her and kisses her. She was very..shocked…But I loved the smile on her face afterward. Told me she walked all the way home with a huge smile on her face. I asked her today and she describes it as “sweet…Unforgettable…unexpected.. Heart racing…And just god I love it!”

It was back in ‘89, on a Sunday afternoon in May. I was 15. My mother made me mow the lawn like 15 minutes after it happened, and I remember I’d randomly stop pushing the mower, still lost in thought over what had just happened.

It was September 28 this year. I was leaving my girlfriend’s house for the night

Yes, 8 years old on Seward street in San Francisco, with Gabriella from around the corner. She was 7.

Yes, very clearly.

Yes, it was with this girl around the corner from me when I was about 13. We’re still friends… on Facebook at least.