Oh, this is a fun thread.
So my first kiss was when I was barely 19, quite the late bloomer. I'd been "saving" myself, and I started liking this guy about 6 months previous to kissing him... I set myself the goal of him being my first kiss, no matter what was to follow. Luckily he liked me back, but I went away for 3 months in the summer and he had to wait for me to return before we kissed (didn't want to rush it).
After "going out" officially for a couple weeks, I decided it was the right time. (I was quite religious at the time and praying about it, you see.)
So there was this joke in the Christian community about kisses being peaches, prunes, or alfalfa... think about the shape your mouth makes when you say those words. Peaches and prunes were okay, according to our youth pastor, but alfalfa was in the danger zone. Ha!
Anyway, my bf at the time was over helping me clean my mom's roof, and we ended up in the backyard climbing one of my favorite trees. As we were sitting up there, I asked him what kind of tree this might be (he had studied biology and liked trees). He said he had no idea, so I hinted that it might be a PEACH tree... (it wasn't, but I was dropping hints like crazy). Finally he got it... and after some light joking, he kissed me. My first impression was that it felt like a wet feather.
It took me a lot longer to say that it was okay to french kiss, as I had all these crazy physical boundaries and stuff at the time. (Typical Evangelical.) Eventually we tried it, and I didn't like it at first... then I liked it so much that I had to tell him to stop before I was tempted to do more. HA! Poor guy.
Anyway, it was good first kiss, but I've long since moved on. Kissed a few people since then, but my absolute favorite kisser is my current bf, ktspktsp. And I was his first kiss... so maybe he should tell that story!
Mmmm I love kissing him, and can't wait to be reunited with him again in 3.5 weeks...
