Memorable First Kisses

[judecorp]

A couple of days ago, selfpreserve mentioned something about first kisses that were as first kisses should be - knees weakening, stomachs fluttering, etc. The sort of first kisses that people describe in text and art, so that other people can observe them, hold their own experiences up to that standard, and wonder, "Is it right? Is it real?" Sometimes we're lucky enough to have artful experiences, too.

On 28 December 2001, Jennifer and I spent about half an hour holding hands in her Jeep, and then about three times that amount of time discussing why we couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't be together. The end result was silent walking to a brewpub, a miserable dinner with a hefty side of lamenting, and a resolve by both of us to get drunk. Separately. I succeeded, several pints of beer on jost's lap and scirocco's delivered screwdrivers later. A bunch of us were sitting in Jen's and my bedroom on the second floor of the "Party House" in Rehoboth Beach, arm wrestling, laughing, and carrying on. Jennifer and I were across from each other, siercia on my side, prunesnprisms on hers. Dory was there, kungfoogirl was there, and for the most part, it was "girls only." (Yes, Virginia, there was giggling.)

Somewhere in between the gossip and the laughing and the inside jokes, I decided that enough was enough - I was through with "we shouldn't" and "this is for the best" and "I don't know where to go from here" and I stood up. With alcohol as my copilot, I announced, "I'm going up on the roof. You're coming with me." And she did. siercia's voice followed us out ("My brother's up there - go scare him...") with a coda from Dory ("...by making out!")There was enough giggling remaining in the bedroom - exit was easy. We ascended the thin spiral staircase and I remember the blast of cold, ocean air. siercia's brother was already in my area, drinking Jaegermeister (gross!), and we were honestly worried, in his state, that he was going to fall off the roof. Somehow I convinced him to leave.

There were a few deck chairs on the small porch area, and I pointed at one of them. "Sit there." Liquor is the best assertiveness training sometimes. She sat straddling the chair and I moved in front of her, chest to chest, face to face. I pressed into her body, into her warmth, and for a few moments, I forgot that I was freezing. She told me that she wanted to kiss me, and there was definitely the idea present that if something were to start there, on the roof, in the cold, there would be no turning back. I had wanted her to kiss me since we argued on the shore, and I knew that there would be no arguments - not that night.

We kissed, and I'd like to say that I saw fireworks or heard explosions or felt the ground move under my frozen butt, but those would be exaggerations. I don't remember the details of the kiss itself - who did what, where our hands were, how many seconds or minutes - but the emotion was burned into my memory. As we stood against the railing, post-kiss, watching the waves crash and trying to regain feeling in our frostbitten bottoms, I vocalized words for the recent emotion.

"I saw the future when you kissed me."

~//~

Tell me your memorable kiss stories. Come on, it's Monday.

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[jeffholton.livejournal.com]

Yes, Virginia, there was giggling.

*chuckle*

I wonder if anyone else will notice that. I love paraphrases. :)

And as far as first kiss stories, well, actually, the whole first kiss with ntiva was rather uneventful, really. I have much more interesting first-kiss stories to tell, but frankly, would rather not spend the effort to discuss old relationships.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad you liked my paraphrase, anyway. :)

Brakelight Boy.

[pantsie.livejournal.com]

Chuck's and my first kiss spawned the "Breaklight Boy" story.

Chuck and I met for the first time at a TIM Party. Dory was hosting a "Lag Day" party at her house. My sister Mary and I were attending our first TIM party, and Chuck flew up from Florida to attend the party and to look at the Massachusetts area as a possible new place to live.

Chuck met me, sparks flew, and I think he realized that moving to Massachusetts would have its benefits. I don't think he knew at that point that they would be lifelong benefits. Heh.

Anyhoo.

I vaguely remember a song that went something like... "Even though she can dance "The Spoon", I will not hook up with Moon." Ha.

Before Chuck and I met, we had been chatting up a storm on TIM about music and Celtic bands. He brought a tape of his favorite folk/Celtic band from Florida (then "Tory Voodoo", now "Tamerlaine") for me to listen to. lorac was kind enough to let us her car for the purposes of listening to said tape.

We entered said car and listened to the music for a while. One of us said, "Let's go get some food.", Chuck turned his head, our lips met, and history was made. Unfortunately for him, the car stereo was on which meant that the break lights were active as well. Every time Chuck moved in to kiss me, his foot hit the break pedal and we sent a sort of "Morse code of Lerv" into the living room window of Dory's house.

Chuck earned the name "Breaklight Boy" after that incident, and we've proven that our "hook-up" that weekend was more than just that.

The End.

Good story, hunh? ;)

Re: Brakelight Boy.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Clearly I love that story, since, well, I loved making fun of some Chuck.

I will not hook up with S'man, or any of the McLoughlin clan.

Re: Brakelight Boy.

[lorac.livejournal.com]

I remember that!!! I think I was up in the guest room and I looked out the window and all of a sudden saw the brake lights of my car lighting up. Back in the good old days of Airwolf!!!

[shadist.livejournal.com]

I just wandered over from Spacecadetjen's LJ.


I do hope you don't mind me saying that this is beauitful.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)

[cathboblet.livejournal.com]

Last August.

My friends and I have been hanging out in a bar, eating bad pizza and drinking bad beer and playing darts -- points for originality here -- badly. My very good friend, R, has been looking at me strangely all evening. He's staring at me -- the way three year olds stare at you, without a trace of shame and a whole bunch of curiosity. I ask him what's bugging him and he gives me a little smile and says, "nothing." I roll my eyes and tell him he's being weird.

The group breaks up and I make a pit-stop at my car to show Mike the picket from the Field of Dreams fence I have in the trunk of my car (a whole 'nother story). I then walk over to R's car to pick up some information I need from him about an event we're planning. Instead of waiting with the info beside his car, he's sitting inside. One more piece of weird to add to the day. I get in and he gives me the information and I sit and read it for a second. I look over to him to say something and he gives me the same little smile he gave me in the bar and leans in to kiss me.

My initial reaction is, hilariously, to duck. We exchange a short, somewhat awkward kiss. I ask him what on earth he's doing (the louder voice in the back of my head yelling "This changes everything!") He shrugs. "Kissing you," he says. "Ah," I manage. "OK then."

And we kissed again. So much better this time . . . Ohhhhhhh so much better. And we kept kissing until we realized everyone else had left and every window in the car was steamed up as if we were 15 years old.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

And we kissed again. So much better this time . . . Ohhhhhhh so much better. And we kept kissing until we realized everyone else had left and every window in the car was steamed up as if we were 15 years old.

*pants* Yay for you!

[kieron.livejournal.com]

I kissed a girl on the roof of a rented house at the beach in winter. We were cold. We were afraid. We were kissing and it was incredible.

It changed my life. It's still changing my life. Quite often, I kiss this girl now, and it feels like it did the first time around...sans the frostbitten bums.


Not much else I can add to the above.....except I want to kiss you right now.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

You know where I work. I still have that fortune cookie fortune on my computer (The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly!), and it hasn't come true yet.

[selfpreserve.livejournal.com]

First kiss with Christina was definitely unexpectedly good. Hmmm. I remember an amusing one.

So I'm dating Nick and a week or so has gone by. This was back in the day when I don't make the first move. I still tend not to, unless it takes me awhile since I can be incredible shy. We're sitting in his car outside my house and he's like "Kiss me or something." I replied something like, "Nick, I don't make the first move. It's after you do that you need to worry about me attacking you in parking lots and kitchens." And so he kissed me and I was completely unaware of his movement until suddenly there was lips on mine and he bumped my damn nose. And he, in typical boy fashion, opened his mouth strangely and somehow my teeth were brushed against his. I pulled away and laughed, "Well, that was terrible." He mumbled something about practice and I agreed and got out of the car. Quickly I turned around, went back, and knocked on his window. When he opened it I leaned in and said, "How about now?" And kissed him the way people SHOULD kiss, dammit. That was much better.

I remember my first girl kiss. I thought I was in love with her. I don't know, maybe I was, in a way. It was a strange friendship. I expect the world to throb or something when I finally kissed her. It didn't. I was severely disappointed.

[selfpreserve.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I just woke up. My grammar stinks when half-conscious. I especially enjoyed my typing "I expect the world..." Nice tense change there.

My favorite part:

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Quickly I turned around, went back, and knocked on his window. When he opened it I leaned in and said, "How about now?"

Awesome. :)

[kungfoogirl.livejournal.com]

I remember reading this in your LJ, way back before I really knew you.

For some reason, it stuck in my head.

[mermil.livejournal.com]

All I remember is pausing and saying, "Uh, am I doing this right?"

Apparently I was, since we're getting married.

Ha ha ha!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Awesome. :)

(I could test it for ya...)

[mooglegrl.livejournal.com]

My first actual kiss was a completely drunken loser who essentially stuck his tongue down my throat.

My first good kiss was outside my friend's house on a warm summer night. Light rain was falling and I could hear some music playing on a nearby radio. The kisses were tender and sweet and when he placed his hand on that area right below the jawline to kiss me more deeply, I remember it felt like electricity coursing through me.

I dated him for a year afterward and that giddy feeling of excitment never ceased during that entire time.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I dated him for a year afterward and that giddy feeling of excitment never ceased during that entire time.

Excellent. Giddy is good. :)

[laughingsal.livejournal.com]

Winter of 2000. I had a wine and poetry party. It started with us reading Baudelaire and other pretentious prose. By the end, everyone there was cuddling on chairs and couches and floors and we had regressed to emphatically reading excerpts from the Cosmo Kama Sutra. At the end, everyone was passed out but me. I crawled into the papasan chair that my crush was curled up in and woke him up with a kiss, which he returned. Then I curled up with him.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

You know, your pretentious party sounds like a lot of fun. We should have one of those, especially to celebrate your new place when you move. I'm /so/ glad you're staying!! (Selfish, I know.)

That's a really sweet story.

[kungfoogirl.livejournal.com]

I've had lots of interesting first kisses, apparently.

You've all ready about Kelli and I's first kiss. So I shan't bore you with it again. But it was, in all honestly, one of the best kisses of my life.

One made me get tears in my eyes with the sheer force of the emotions that were pent up and denied until he finally took the initiative and took me by the shoulders and kissed me. I stood there, stunned and my head was swimming and my eyes were tearing up. I don't think I'll ever forget that one.

And, Miss Jude, I have to say that OUR first kiss was interesting. I botched your perfectly good attempt at a kiss by getting the giggles. And after that, I was a wreck. I was so embarassed from the FIRST attempt that I just couldn't do it. Then we called Stephanie. "You're letting your friend down." "I know, I'm sorry." "You're letting the girl down." "I know. I'm sorry!" "Just smooch her!" *click* Who was I to argue with orders?

I also liked the one where I was told to shut up and close my eyes so that I could be kissed. =)

Our first kiss

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Definitely interesting. More like funny-interesting, though. It still makes me giggle.

The fact that you all but had to be goaded into kissing me... what's wrong with you???!?! HA HA HA! I think I still owe Stephanie something for that phone call.

that was beautiful

[prettyvacantone.livejournal.com]

My very first kiss was against my will, 16 years old, being groped (also against my will) in the back of a theater as I watched the Matrix for the 4000th time.

One of my favorite first kisses was with Brandon. We had only known each other for about a week, but realized how desperately we needed each other at this point in our lives. We had been napping together a lot between classes, snuggling and talking about music. We were laying on his bed, looking at the glow in the dark stars that he had pasted on the bunk on top of his, and listening to the Weezer "Pinkerton" album. Emo as hell, right? We decided that we were going to kiss, but we were both nervous and scared, and so he said he was going to wait until "Butterfly" came on. This ended up being a bad idea because that's the last track on the album and we were only on about track 4 or 5. The song finally came on, and he look terrified, but moved in to kiss me, and it was the softest, most gentle kiss I had ever had. I could feel every moment of tenderness that would be between us for the next 10 months in his lips.

How utterly depressing to think about that now.

Re: that was beautiful

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

My very first kiss was against my will, 16 years old, being groped (also against my will) in the back of a theater as I watched the Matrix for the 4000th time.

That's horrible. It's also horrible that there are probably tons of people who can say similar things. :(

What through the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from thy sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splender in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

~William Wordsworth

[sacharine.livejournal.com]

I have kissed 9 people total, and most of them were goofy one time things. Those are by far more entertaining than the boyfriend/dating ones. of note:
A friend of mine had a totally jealous girlfriend who refused to let him hang out with me because she was positive that he was in love with me. I disliked her for various reasons and wanted to piss her off, so one night when he and I were hanging out and he put a move on me, I didn't stop him. Of course on the drive home he freaked out and said "oh my god! don't tell Liz! duck your head down at the stoplight in case one of her friends drives by and sees you!" They ended up breaking up because she cheated on him with his best friend. Yay high school drama.

My first kiss with Brad was awkward and cute; the first time he came to see me we really hit it off. We were talking in my living room when he leaned in to kiss me in the middle my sentence, and i wasn't expecting it at all. our teeth hit and we had to maneuver to a more comfortable makeout position, but I don't think our lips parted for more than a minute for the next few hours. When Julie(my roommate) came home the first thing he said to her was "hi I am NOT making out with your roommate in the middle of your floor'.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

hi I am NOT making out with your roommate in the middle of your floor

Ha ha ha, Brad is funny! :)

You never had a first kiss with me. That is SAD!!

p.s. You owe me a movie date.

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

1: A few weeks ago when Robert let me sleep in, I was half awake when I felt someone sit on the bed. I figured it was Robert catching a quick nap while the midget was and ignore it. As I'm nearly back to sleep, something cold and wet touches my cheek; I squirm and it touches my other cheek. I open my eyes and can't focus -- there's something pinky-cream and brown and smelling faintly of pancake syrup in my face! Before I can grab my glasses and figure out what's going on, I'm interrupted by "Sing HAPPY! not SAD! GOOD... not BAD!". I thought kids weren't supposed to have cold noses like dogs.

2: My brain feels like Jell-O and I can't think of any other memorable kisses. Ask me again after I've had a nap.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

"Sing HAPPY! not SAD! GOOD... not BAD!"

Your child is FUNNY!!!

More LJ glasnost

[vorpalbla.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've ever told this one.

I am a total wuss when it comes to first kisses. Martha and I sat on her couch, talking, for _5 whole hours_ with me wanting to kiss her, and, as I later found, her wanting to kiss me. Finally there was a long pause in the conversation, she said "This is an awkward moment," there was more silence, then she leaned over and kissed me. The next hour was worth the wait (no, no clothes came off that night).

Re: More LJ glasnost

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Oh dear gods, FIVE HOURS?

Sheesh. Someone needs to light a fire under your ass.

[shadist.livejournal.com]

I emailed someone about mine. . . but since I can't find that I shall repost.

Went over to a friends house to do something, the what of it escapes me. Well his sister, the redhead cheerleader, was there as well. He, a friend of his, she and I are sitting around his room when he and his friend go to get something to drink/eat. She looks over at me and poors herself into my lap and kisses me.


Later when my heart restarted we continued.

:)

Things ended about a week later when I found out what she wanted. But it was good reguardless.

Two hot words:

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

redhead cheerleader