I was just about 16, and it was by my first sorta boyfriend's older brother (much cuter and nicer, but 'out of my league' as he was 2 years older than me; I was a jr, bf was a sophomore, bf's brother was in college - and his moustache tickled). In the physics lab, after school; he'd come back to visit. Still gives me tingles to think about it - LOL. He didn't consider me 'worldly enough' but that was still nice...hee hee. Obviously we never told his brother - who ended up a real immature jerk.
My first experience was pretty much like yours. I was either 15 or 16 and with one of two guys, neither of whom I particularly liked in a kissing way. The kiss was something I would've preferred to do without. (I guess the fact that I can't even remember which of the two guys I was with for the first kiss says a lot.) And like you, later when at age 17 I was with DH (met at 17, married at 21) I found out what a real kiss is. You're right in telling your DD it's better to wait...just like with sex.
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I'm only 18, but I had my first kiss at the age of 16 with my first boyfriend. I still remember it vividly, because it was the sweetest and most romantic kiss I think anyone could have had. The boy is still a good friend of mine, even though we broke up a month in, due to his parents not approving of me not being Pentecostal.
We had come back to my house after our first date (we went to the movies, very traditional) and my mother drove us home. We had Pizza Hut for dinner that night and both my parents, sensing that Matt and I wanted to be alone for a little bit, left us at home. We were sitting on the couches in the living room - he in an armchair, me on the two-seater - mirroring the last time he'd been at my house, but I'd been too scared to ask him to sit with me that time! This time I thought, "Nope. I'm not going to be scared," and said, "Sit with me... I don't bite."
So there we are, sitting next to each other, all very shy, and he says, "There was, um, something I wanted to do when we were in the movies, but, um, I was scared and - er - could I - would it be all right if I kissed you?"
Cue Sonya melting into a puddle of liquid.
If you've ascertained the reason I melted was that he asked to kiss me, well done.
The kiss itself? It lasted for around three seconds. But I couldn't have cared less how long it lasted for. It was truly beautiful.
Since then, even when we've had huge fights and hated and bonded and goodness knows what else, that will always stick with me. Forever. He'll go down in history as "the boy who asked".
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I was just about 16, and it was by my first sorta boyfriend's older brother (much cuter and nicer, but 'out of my league' as he was 2 years older than me; I was a jr, bf was a sophomore, bf's brother was in college - and his moustache tickled). In the physics lab, after school; he'd come back to visit. Still gives me tingles to think about it - LOL. He didn't consider me 'worldly enough' but that was still nice...hee hee. Obviously we never told his brother - who ended up a real immature jerk.
Sue
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http://www.pnhp.org/news/2009/october/meet_the_new_health_.php
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQTBYQlQ7yM
I hate to have several windows open so I tried to clean it up and it logged me out. Then the kids needed me anyway. So, my fun time was over. I always forget the chat times.
Sallie
I'm only 18, but I had my first kiss at the age of 16 with my first boyfriend. I still remember it vividly, because it was the sweetest and most romantic kiss I think anyone could have had. The boy is still a good friend of mine, even though we broke up a month in, due to his parents not approving of me not being Pentecostal.
We had come back to my house after our first date (we went to the movies, very traditional) and my mother drove us home. We had Pizza Hut for dinner that night and both my parents, sensing that Matt and I wanted to be alone for a little bit, left us at home. We were sitting on the couches in the living room - he in an armchair, me on the two-seater - mirroring the last time he'd been at my house, but I'd been too scared to ask him to sit with me that time! This time I thought, "Nope. I'm not going to be scared," and said, "Sit with me... I don't bite."
So there we are, sitting next to each other, all very shy, and he says, "There was, um, something I wanted to do when we were in the movies, but, um, I was scared and - er - could I - would it be all right if I kissed you?"
Cue Sonya melting into a puddle of liquid.
If you've ascertained the reason I melted was that he asked to kiss me, well done.
The kiss itself? It lasted for around three seconds. But I couldn't have cared less how long it lasted for. It was truly beautiful.
Since then, even when we've had huge fights and hated and bonded and goodness knows what else, that will always stick with me. Forever. He'll go down in history as "the boy who asked".
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