Question

Kiss and tell: Describe your first to us all! It could be your real first or just a fake one you feel like writing. Make sure to specify either or! No word/ paragraph limit. Now go forth and kiss!

Answer 1

I was the first woman that would ever kiss him.  But it is a kiss that he probably does not remember.  I loved him before I ever met him.  And when we did finally meet, I did what came naturally to me.  I put my arms around him and kissed his forehead ever so gently.  I had only a few brief minutes to show him how much I loved him before they took him away.  And I did it with a kiss.

When he tells the story of his first kiss, I know it will be a story about a different girl.  He will say that he knew he loved her when he first laid eyes on her.  And he will wax poetic about all the ways she completes him and how he cannot live without her.  And I will smile.  Because I know that he will not truly understand what it means to love until he holds his own child for the first time…and gives him a gentle kiss.

Comments

AWWWWWW!!!! For a second wasn't sure who you were talking about....but it was very nice to read. Thanks for posting =)

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not what i was expecting when i created the challenge. :) This is really good.

Answer 2

This one is a true story.

I'm always a little amused to tell the story of my first kiss.  It isn't particularily romantic.  Actually not romantic at all.  When I was in elementary school I found the perfect way to get boys to stop bothering me.  I'd yell "Go away or I'll kiss you!"  It always worked, well... almost always.  One day one of those boys I'd threatened didn't go away, he just stood there waiting.  I knew that if I backed down the other pesty boys would know I was bluffing and my threat wouldn't work anymore so I did what I had to do.  I puckered up and kissed him.  He was my first kiss and my first boyfriend because he wouldn't run away and I wouldn't back down.   Always gives me a chuckle to think of that.

Answer 3

(Good one, Dragon - glad that worked out for you - chuckle!  Mine's true, too, but more pathetic.)

FIRST KISS?  HMMM.

I'd like to say it was romantic - under a street lamp in the snow - but naah.  We had 'make out parties' in high school and everybody would just kiss, sometimes trade off.  I don't even remember who was first.  Linda?  Wendy?  Becky?

Showing off for the guys only numbed me to romantic kissing, but if I didn't go along with it,  a lot would be said - some of which might be partially true.

I got a lot more out of old Hollywood movies where Bogart or Grant would find love in that first kiss on the deck of a boat or in the desert moonlight.  I resented myself for the weakness of it - buying into Hollywood's myths; also for believing it could be true.

Later I found that those 'Bogey' moments come around every once in a while when the relationship is still grooming - long after the first kiss.  Suddenly everything's in Technicolor and the time is perfect  to share the fantasy.

Comments

I hope you find an exception to the meaningless kissing you've always known.

Answer 4

The First Kiss

 

The cool warmth of a late summer evening

And the light of the moon on the water,

The soft break of the sea on the shingle

And the warmth of that first embrace.

 

The full moon shimmered on the water,

The sea was so still and so calm,

The beach was our perfect setting for

Two people moving as one.

 

Unplanned and not even hoped for,

That first quick passing kiss;

Two people needing each other,

Two souls becoming as one.

 

And the moon shone down on the water

And the wavelets lapped on the beach,

As we embraced one another

In that innocent, momentary peace.

 

And the world now lies open before us,

A world that offers such change,

And the kiss that we kissed between us,

Turned the world upside down from now on.

 

And may we always remember,

That wonderful heart felt joy,

That once in a lifetime moment,

That first loving kiss on the beach.

Answer 5

It was horrible!!!!

I was 20 yeas old. He was the only guy my age in a mental health facity I was forced to stay at for a week. I was in his room (which was forbidden) because his bed was wayy more comfortable than mine. For some reason, he thought I wanted to make out. But I was honestly just tired. So, I hear him brushing his teeth for like 5 minutes and he comes out and tries to kiss me...more than once. I made up a "boyfriend" excuse and got the heck outta there! LOL um hello! why do you think I would be remotely interested in kissing you here?! haha Not that itwould've made a difference if we met under different circumstances. Thank goodness we never actually kissed. I would hate to have to tell that story more than once ;)

Answer 6

True story.

He's the second grossest person in the world (after Kenneth). My friend blocked us. He tried to kiss me, I ran away. Gregory pulled me back. Then my friend pushed us together. It felt like kissing my dog. That's my gross but true first kiss.

Answer 7

When we first made eye contact I knew. Your the one. The one has a different meaning to everyone when they hear the one they think a particular guy. My definition is you. Your what everyone is waiting for. Your their hero and mine too. So kiss me!

I waited so anxiously for you to come around. I love you wasnt good enough anymore. I needed to know you actually care. Your the one I know I could count on but my heart cant help but wonder do you love me? My brain works day and night saying Does he love me? Now was my chance. I grabbed your hand.

"We cant live like this anymore, Deven!" I said more loudly then ever. As I grabbed his head and pulled it to my face and I stopped. This wasnt right pushing into things like this. All he did was smile and then his ball friends took him away just like that.

"Deven!" I said wanting him to come back. He gave me those talk to you later hand motions and he was gone

Days went past as fast as I could remember. I was still anxiously waiting for that kiss. Persuading him to come around. Finally he took my hand and lead me into a classroom.

"Deven what are you....? I said thenbeing stopped by him kissing me only once.

The perfect kiss was this one. I will love him forever! And I hope he still likes me too!

Answer 8

When his lips touched mine, it was like time stopped existing. All the world faded out and the only thing that remained was him and me. I will never forget the smell of his skin, the minty taste of his breath mixing with the sandalwood in his perfume. The way he reached up with his hand to the back of my neck, with the tips of his fingers intertwining with the strands of my hair. And his lips, soft but firm, inviting and accepting, the little wrinkles and grooves tickling my senses. The kiss only lasted a second or two, but it seemed like a lifetime. And when he pulled back, with his hand still on my neck, he touched his forehead to mine, gazed into my eyes with a pair of green tinted soulgates and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I was his forever.

Answer 9

This is a bit of reality shaded lovingly by age.

I was new to the school and new to the neighborhood. I had the advantage of having a brother just a few months older than me and he'd been left back a grade so I got to meet his friends and knew they were all jerks who made up the "kissing pool" that year. Being extremely shy anyway, I only knew about kissing from the one girlfriend I had made who was a shade less shy than me and it just sounded more scary than anything else. It was in the spring of 1955. The girls had pretty much paired off with the love of their life even if it was only a figment of their imagination that these boys were truly their boyfriends.

Judy and I were alone and boyfriendless. Judy had come close to getting kissed by Louis in the far blacktop playground one sunny afternoon but the other boys charged up the field out of nowhere. Thank goodness I was close by to grab Judy and pull her in the other direction. We both were breathing hard over that for the rest of the afternoon. When she got her ride home and I started to walk toward my house, I was still imagining what could have happened if Judy and Louis had kissed. Ugh! Besides losing her as my best friend, all I would hear about would be Louis. It wasn't for a few minutes that I finally realized my brother's friend was walking next to me. He noted how deep in thought I was and I felt safe telling him what almost happened that afternoon. Louis almost kissed Judy. Can you imagine?! And James commiserated with me on the horror that would be. He added that it seemed like everyone was kissing someone and the guys were losing friends among themselves.

I agreed with him on that count. The girls were more interested in waiting to see if their "boyfriend" would be coming out the back door, or should she wait by the side door, and which side. They didn't seem to talk to each other once the kiss happened, but he was considered her boyfriend at least until the next boy kissed her. As we approached my front door I had no fear that James would even think about kissing me, he was too nice and always talked to me, not like the other boys who were my brother's friends. Plus my baby sister even liked him and would call out to him if she was at the window when he passed by. "Aina Kenna. Aina Kenna," and James McKenna would smile at her and wave.

He heard her at the living room window that afternoon as we finished up our chat at the front door, still laughing that Louis just may get Judy tomorrow if he had planned it for today and lost out. I told him I hoped not and laughed and suddenly felt the sweetest touch on my cheek by "Aina Kenna's" lips. It wasn't scary. It didn't hurt. I hadn't lost anything.

If anything I gained something. I felt the flooding of my blood pumping wildly in my veins, through my heart and right to that spot on my check. It took time for my eyes to reopen and see that James was going to kiss me one more time. I breathed in deep and felt the sensitive tingle of his breath and the sweet pleasure of my very first kiss.

The kisses after that were never quite the same, but that first kiss dispelled fear and horror stories that had been filtered through our heads by nuns in the classroom and the distorted stories we'd heard from girls just a few years older. I cherish that memory some sixty years later and think of the treasure of my first kiss with "Aina Kenna."

Comments

You capture emotions through showing without telling so well. You're writing is, in the truest form, an art. You get feelings across like a pro. You should really consider professional writing. You remind me of my grandma's stories that we sit around and she shares with me. Really a beautiful piece of writing, thanks for sharing! :)

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I have nothing to add that CreativeBrick hasn't already said (written). Very nice!

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Thank you Creative Block and Spots. I really appreciate your response to me. I am truly touched by your comments. Thank you.