I suppose everyone's experience at their first kiss ever is different, but the kind of kiss I'm talking about is not the kiss on the cheek or peck on the lips that many kids experience in elementary school. I might be the only kid who didn't have that elementary first kiss on the cheek. Anyways, I'm talking about your first real kiss involving tongue action. Commonly called french kissing by the youngsters.
My mom made sure I knew all the biology involved with sex, meaning how babies were made and that sex was for marriage. But we never talked about all the ancillary stuff that gets you there such as kissing. So my first kiss came my senior year in high school. I'm ok with that by the way in case you all are appalled that I was such a late bloomer on the dating scene. I'll probably get into that in a later post. My "boyfriend" (I have always and still do hate the terms boyfriend and girlfriend and usually referred to any "boyfriend" as "that guy I'm dating or seeing" because boyfriend and girlfriend have always sounded so juvenile to me.) had never kissed anyone before either, so this was the first kiss for both of us.
I'm sure the lack of experience on both of our parts probably affected the experience for me. But it finally came down to the moment of truth, even though we danced around it a bit from shear terror on my part. Terror because I had no clue what I was doing. Terror, because I had no clue what to expect. Terror because I was about to enter a whole new world that included swapping spit with guys. Terror because I didn't know what kissing leads to. Terror, because my life of innocence was about to end.
So we closed the deal and kissed, which only lasted for a few seconds. It was squishy, slobbery, and gross. This was as much my fault as his. I just thought it was the strangest feeling and I didn't understand at the moment why anyone thought making out was so great. How is putting your tongue in someone's mouth such a wonderful thing? I just remember having the moment be so built up in my head as being the greatest moment in my life, and it turned out to be such a let down. It was such an awkward moment. I was just not prepared for this, that's all.
Lesson learned; Practice makes perfect. Then is not so gross, and it's actually a lot of fun.
6 comments:
The guy who was my first kiss, ate a sloppy joe beforehand. My first experience was spit with a hint of sloppy joe sauce.
Excuse me. I just vomited a little bit in the back of my throat....
Even Better. Sloppy Joe kisses!!! That's Awesomely bad!!
I wish my first french kiss could have been from Lola. It would have been much more romantical...
I'll give you a french kiss you won't forget!!! But then I want to make out with Rami!!!
My first kiss.....well...I lied about my 1st kiss to my first serious boyfriend. I didn't want him to think I didn't know what I was doing, so I told him he wasn't my first. And I thought avoiding the 1st kiss w/ him and putting it off was cool since we were at BOARDING ACADEMY! Nope. My brother drove to Jefferson Academy to pick me up for a home leave. My guy, walked me to my brothers car w/ my luggage and laid a big wet one on me! Right there in front of my Big Protective Brother. It was horrible. I don't know who was most embarrased. Myself or my brother. I think he was in shock that this little punk had that much nerve. LOL!
How rude!!! an exhibitionist!!! you're brother should have clocked him...my brother would have laughed at me I think....
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