NaBloPoMo- writing about my first kiss for the Shine!Challenge.

[rainsinger]

Looking back, I realise that I lived out my teenage years as though I had not received a vital memo, and that everybody knew something I didn't. That contributed a lot to my shyness and anxiety, my perpetual nagging sense of being out of place. (This sense was naturally reinforced by my peers in the world, on account of the fact that my clothing

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[land_girl]

That was beautiful.

My first kiss was a disaster. It was with somebody I didn't find attractive or even interesting and was described by one onlooker as though he was expecting an aeroplane to fly into his mouth.

My first sexual experience was outstanding, however, not with the same boy you will be pleased to hear, and not a great deal later.

[rainsinger]

I'm sorry the kiss was no good, but your description of his gaping mouth made me laugh outloud.

[mockduck]

Yes, and no, but at least I was wearing a pink rabbit costume.

[rainsinger]

Pink bunny suit?
Now I'm desperate to know more.

[mockduck]

I'll post as much as I can remember (and it was, uh, 25 years ago, eek) when I find my NaBloPoMo mojo deserting me. Promise.

[guihong]

Beautifully written, as always.

It was at summer camp when I was 15. The last night was a dance, and the boy and I danced every slow dance. Then he walked me back to my cabin, and kissed me under the stars. I never had any expectations about any of that, but it was a positive experience just the same.

gui

[rainsinger]

I think the not having expectations can make experiences more enjoyable. It certainly makes me better able to just appreciate a moment.

[smallblakflower]

My first kiss was with a boy I had fancied for some time. I invited him to the GCSE results party my friends and I were holding (yes, I was 16 when I had my first kiss, appalling isn't it?!) and we got very, very drunk. We were both lying on the floor, too drunk to stand any longer, and I started kissing him and he kissed me back. It was sloppy, badly choregraphed and any director would have a hard time making it look dramatic, important or even pleasant when they make my bio-pic. I was delighted on the whole, I also instantly got over my crush on him, which was no bad thing.

It is worth mentioning that my friends and I had been 'practising' french kissing for about 2 years. So it wasn't my first kiss per-se, but it was the one that counts in my mind.

I enjoyed your first kiss a great deal more than mine :-) Although mine does make for more of an amusing anecdote.

Looking forward to your month of blogs.

[rainsinger]

I was delighted on the whole, I also instantly got over my crush on him, which was no bad thing.

Ha yes, there's generally no faster way to resolve a crush than by consumating it. :)

[minnesattva]

My first kiss was so bad that, like my first boyfriend generally and some other "firsts" specifically, I have declared it never happened. :) I was expecting him to put on the movie I'd just rented to show him; he took it from me but turned off the TV, sat back down on the bed next to me, and tried to lick my tonsils. I still remember how he smelled; he'd just had a shower so his soap or shampoo seemed overpowering to me.

My first "real" kiss then, a year or so later, was with the first person I really wanted to kiss. He used to drive me home from things and since we'd started dating about three months earlier I'd started the habit of, when I unbuckled my seatbelt and just started to open the door, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, and then quickly exiting the vehicle without anybody saying anything. This time he turned his head and our lips met and I went inside and lay down on my bed in the dark and replayed that kiss, that fraction of a second, over and over. I don't remember when I have ever been so happy.