Eight months later, when I was living in Omaha, I visited him at his house, and as usual, we sat across from each other, just talking and looking at each other. We even talked about kissing but neither of us could work up the courage. I finally went and sat by him on the couch and he started tickling me, and when he got me in a clinch, he asked, “Well, now what are you gonna do?”

So I kissed him. Twice. No tongue. Then I drew back with a big grin and said, “We did it!”

He was grinning, too, and hugging me, so I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart race. Just trying to make conversation after the big moment, I said, “Hey, you’ve got quite a heart in there.”

He pulled away and gave me a shocked look. “A WHAT!?”

It just took me a second and then I blushed hard and smacked him with a pillow. “A heart, you moron. Beating. In your chest!”

He pulled the pillow over his lap and said, “I was going to say, thanks for noticing.”

Then he hugged me again and said, “You know, you’re the only girl I know who would have gotten that.”

I didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed. :D

I’ve never kissed anyone else.

My first kiss was in the first grade, Kenny. He jumped out of nowhere as I was walking to class and laid one on me. Right on the lips! I couldn’t believe it.

My first real whoo-hoo kiss was when I was 15 and went to a party by the lake with of bunch of kids from the rival high school. I met this dude, went to the back seat of my friend’s car and made out with him for a loooong time. And it was great. Alas, I couldn’t remember what he looked like the next day cos it was in the dark. Nice memory though.

I love first kisses. I can remember the first time I kissed each of the pivotal women in my life. Some were awkward, some smooth. One was not my idea and caught me by complete surprise. Many wonderful memories there.

My first kiss was at the first “ball” I went to. I was 12 but looked quite a bit older. He was quite a bit older and looked very fetching in black tie It was a full-on dance-floor snog.

Jen

No-we really played doctor. I had a little plastic medical kit thing-and I was standing there in my undies so he could listen to my heart. My sister caught us and started laughing so hard she couldnt breath (because apparently only I would say I was playing “doctor” and really mean it in the clinical sense). She told my mom and the little boy got sent home. He wasnt allowed over anymore.