My hand rested in his as we sauntered down the forest path. He was much taller than I, with sandy blonde hair and a nice smile. And he was my boyfriend, of three days. Ah, summer camp and the promise it held.
I knew he was going to kiss me today, any time now, on this walk. He had told his friends to tell my friends that that was the plan and my heart had been pounding ever since.
My first kiss. I was 13 and so ready for the magic.
We came to a clearing in the brush and stood still, along with time. I gazed up into his eyes and smiled. Then he leaned in, our lips met and it was…
disturbingly wet.
The inside of his lips felt like the skin on pudding that’s been left in the fridge for too long and his thick tongue was a ravenous salamander looping its way around my teeth and tonsils. I wanted to pull away but kept hoping perhaps the situation would improve and the magic would begin. Where were the sparks? Doused with litres of saliva, they were extinguished promptly.
After what felt like an eternity, the kiss ended. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He smirked and said, “That was nice, hey?”
“Yeah,” I timidly agreed.
Then I dumped him the next day.
What was your first kiss like?
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Wow, I haven’t thought about this in a long time. Christy, you may remember, we referred to it as “hanging curtains” (that was our code so no one else would know what we were talking about – i.e. “have you hung the curtains yet?” Smooth, I know). To be honest, I feel like it’s almost a non-memory. The build-up was so fantastic and the kiss itself was…dead. I like to describe it like kissing a tree. Yours was fantastically wet and mine was entirely the opposite. How he managed to suck all the moisture out of it I will never know, but it took Christy quite some time to convince me there was something wrong with his technique because it was supposed to be better than that.
Soft, gentle and sweet… and probably WAY later than he wanted. =)
Mine was just like yours! Wet and tonguey and ick.
Ewwww! I’ve had a few disgustingly wet kisses in my adolesence as well. My first kiss was at 12-little more than a tight lipped peck on the mouth. And yet it made me giddy. Oh Shareen, how innocent you were…hanging curtains…
We never did literally put up curtains in the room did we?
Haha, first kisses what a thought. My first kiss was as akward as yours. I have done my best to delete the memory of that moment. What I do remember is when he stuck his over eager tongue in my mouth my ever sensitive gag reflex kicked in…I gagged, head butted him and it was over. Alas, that relationship ended just about as well.
Thanks for the post, the laughs made my day!
Hahah! Mine was the same – way too wet and eager. And me, the pure (17!-year-old) was too naive to expect tongue at first, even though he’d had more than a few girlfriends… wow. I agree with the blocking out of the memories.
FUN! Mine was at 16 years old, and I don’t actually remember the first one. I think it was a little too eager, like yours. I do remember the first one with Justin, though… 19 years old, awkward (noses bumping) and quick, yet fantastic because it was just enough to make me realize this was the kiss I had been missing.
I can’t remember the actual kiss, although I remember the hours leading up to it. It was grade eight and I snuck out right after bedtime with my cousin and my sister. We didn’t go home until after sunrise. Bad girls! But it was fun.
I honestly can’t remember. I think mine was at summer camp though too. I think the first kiss is bound to be awkward. Weird to think of you daughter going through that someday, eh? I do remember my first kiss with Travis, in my parents driveway…. I even remember first holding hands watching Mosnter’s Inc at his parents house… Oh the tingles and nerves.
Too funny, you made me laugh.
Odd that I don’t remember the first one really well. I mean Tracy Bailey in 1st grade (Tracy was a boy) but like teen kisses? Hm. I do, however, remember being really, really grossed out by French kissing. It was horrible to me back then.
When I was 10 years old I went, on a hot summer day into New York and visited the Museum of Natural History. While I was standing in the mineral room contemplating how shiny the rocks were, she stepped behind me put her hands on my shoulders, whispered in my ear and kissed me. Full on kissed the way no ten year old boy should have a right to experience, followed by the tongue in mouth and bite on the neck.
This story would be better or at least less creepy if she wasn’t 16 years my senior and a friend of my mothers who came along as a chaperone.
Before you get creeped out just consider the fact I may have just been an incredibly charming pre teen.
I was totally afraid of kissing! I wouldn’t play “spin the bottle” at parties and everyone would make fun of me :( I was very self conscious about it. Then I decided enough was enough and at 17 I ditched my high’ish standards and dated an older “bad boy”. My first kiss was with Matt Clement in the front seat of his mom’s car at Bear Point beach. It was actually a great kiss! But THEN… I got mono (aka “the kissing disease”)…At the end of my grade 12 year when I needed to be at the top of my game… And that SUCKED.
I was 15. We were on a choir/band trip to Edmonton. We were swimming in the wave pool. I came up out of the water and I was “attacked” by a trumpet player. I think he thought I was his trumpet… yuck. We “dated” but I sure ditched him fast. I’ve always wanted a “do over” on the first kiss.
It was July, a month after my 13th birthday. We were coming back from the public swimming pool, where we had been hanging out with friends, playing silly games. We were on our bikes riding home through the park. He was year older than me and had been my crush for what seemed like an eternity. We stopped at a bench. It was a balmy summer evening and when he leaned over to kiss me it was one of the most magical moments of my life. To.This.Day!I can still remember every detail of that kiss and have to admit that he was the best kisser I have ever met. The woman who gets to kiss him for the rest of her life is one lucky girl. SIGH!
AMANDA….I am so sorry I have not been around for like 10 posts. I didn’t realize my Bloglines somehow deleted you so it wasn’t showing you as posting. I have missed so much, all the fab pictures, the new layout, your new profile pic…very “I am so hot and I know it!” I am here, I haven’t ditched you. That happened to Whoorls link once too? Of all the blogs to disappear, you two are my favs? UGH. So allow me to catch up and drool over your beloved Avelyn.
First kiss…almost exactly like yours except it was with the pastors son, behind the church near a pin tree and I thought I was kissing a snake…no technique and I was scared to death. He asked me afterwards, “Why did you stand there like a Popsicles stick?” Ummmm…gee…I don’t know…never done this dill head and now you have taken away the mystery and replaced it with a nasty wet, weird tongue like kiss. There is nothing worse than a bad kisser!
I was a ripe age of 18 when I had my first kiss, and I just assumed that all kisses had to be wet and goopy and sloppy and all tongue because of that first boy. Eew. My second boyfriend was really alarmed when I went at him with my tongue, (“Slow down, girl!”) and taught me how to do it right. Great lesson. I married that one.
Wow….I appear to be the kissing floozy of this bunch….Ok, I’ll give: I was 11, maaayyybe 12, and in 7th grade. My ‘mature’ 8th grade boyfriend, who came complete with long (rebel!) red surfer boy hair, swooped in on me in an empty hallway somewhere in Home Ec. It was…..honestly…EXCELLENT. We only went out for a little while, but he was a regular, erm, lipsmith. Boy had game – he must have, because to this day, my toes curl just thinking about it!
Your first kiss sounds just like mine. I was 13 too.
Bad kissing was such a deal breaker. Even back when I had no idea what I was doing.
Coming out of the woodwork to tell you about my first kiss. I’ve been checking out your blog and reading some of the previous posts. I don’t usually comment, but had to tell you that my first “real” kiss was just like yours! I too dumped the guy the next day. At that point (25 years ago!) I thought all boys must be stupid to think that was what a girl really wanted. So I decided to test a few more. It took a few more years, but I finally found a keeper in my handsome farmer hubby. What a relief, less spit, more sparks!
I have Maya beat!!! I was 10-years-old and it was with Stacy Martin…….nuff said!!!!!
OMG my first kiss was nothing like this, however, a guys first kiss was with me once and his kiss was all sloppy and wet and weird and I dumped him the next day for his best friend (yeah 6th grade drama)! Ewww wipe the slobber next time boys!
OMG my first kiss was nothing like this, however, a guys first kiss was with me once and his kiss was all sloppy and wet and weird and I dumped him the next day for his best friend (yeah 6th grade drama)! Ewww wipe the slobber next time boys! oh yeah, then there was the time I told a guy he kissed like a frog…Poor guy.
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