YOUR FIRST KISS

We had been together for two months, and were really close friends four months before that. We were taking things really slow. It took us a month just to hug each other, and that in itslef felt like heaven. One time, he asked if he could kiss me. On the mouth. Scared little thing that I was, I said that if I didn't like it, we wouldn't do it again till I was ready. He agreed. Our lips touched lightly, and he was kissing me. But I wasn't kissing him back. Stupid, I felt like I didn't know how. He pulled away, looked at me, and said, "You're not kissing back." I nodded. "I guess that means I'm not ready." So it was okay. Nothing had changed between us. Until one month later, I started thinking about how it would feel like to kiss him. So I kinda planned it in my head. Sitting down, standing up, where to put my hands... I was scared of screwing it up. I mean, it IS a first kiss. The one that's gonna be implrinted in your memory. So it had to be good. Finally, my moment of truth came. It was a starry night in September, and we were at a friend's house for her birthday dinner. We ended up going out to the garden, where the grass was damp from the afternoon rain. Everyone else was fooling around with the CD player inside, and we found ourselves slow dancing to whatever song they had playing. Then, I looked up at him, and everything just felt right. The moment was perfect. So I said, "Close your eyes." He looked at me with this half smile and asked, "Huh? What do you mean?" "Just do it. Close your eyes," I said, smiling back. So he closed them, and for a minute I just stared at him, wondering how to go about the whole thing. Then I just closed my eyes, pulled his head down, and touched my lips to his. I kissed him, as though I always knew how to. He kissed me back, and everything was perfect. Single Women And Men

I have yet to have my first kiss, for one very important reason. I have vowed to save my body, in -all- areas, until I stand by my spouse's side at the altar. Only then will I know exactly who I will marry, thus avoiding throwing away my first kiss to someone I will never marry. Think about it, how much more special will it be to give yourself away when you finally are allowed to be physical with one another. How many people do you think end up marrying the person they first kiss? Why do you think the wedding ceremony officially ends....with a kiss? Kissing is an extremely sexual activity. This clearly needs to be postponed and maintained within the confines of a lifelong commitment of marriage. I think you'd agree. If a person argues that kissing is not sexual in nature, then ask that person if they would allow their fiance or spouse to kiss someone other than they. Likely, they will object profusely. Why? Because deep down, they know it's sexual. I would like to challenge every person who reads this to save their first kiss until they hear the words, 'you may -now- kiss the bride'. Don't cheat your future spouse out of their deserved first kiss. And until I find my bride, I will save my first kiss for her. She will be the only woman I kiss....DM.

It was in the middle of summer under the bright stary sky. We were both so nervous because the first kiss is the one you always remember. Finally, he did it. He leaned over and kissed me, ever so softly. It was the greatest kiss Id ever experienced. I closed my eyes and nothing seemed to matter. I knew right then it would last. After, it fell silent we couldnt think of anything to say. and I all came out with was you taste like M&Ms. I thought I embarassed him and I knew I goofed, until the next night he sent me an Instakiss with the message: " Incase you want some M&Ms."

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My first kiss. I remember it so clearly. I can still feel the butterflies, and passion....

It was a Saturday night, we had gone to a movie, actually it was our third date. We'd been friends all through high school, and this was our last summer before college. I'd wanted a relationship since the day we met, but it took time to happen. He'd had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing serious. I'd never had a relationship, a few dates, movies, that kind of thing.

We were walking home. Our small town had streets lined with lots of large Oak trees. We stopped and sat on a low branch of one of the trees, looking at the full moon, talking about the future.

We looked at each other, and smiled. His smile was radiant, his eyes dancing. He leaned closer and put his arm around me. I leaned closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I could hear his heart beating, my head rose and fell slightly in time with his breathing. There was a hint of sweet cologne on his collar. I secretly put my hand in my pocket and grabbed a Kleenx, trying to rub some of the perspiration off my palms.

"That was a pretty funny movie uh?", he said.

"Yes it was. It was very funny.", I answered, giggling at the same time, trying to hide the nervous crack in my voice.

We talked more about our plans for the future, then he asked, "What about marriage... and kids, have... is that something you've wondered... or thought about?"

Kind of stunned by the question, I stammerred, "Well... uh... not a lot I guess." Of course I couldn't tell him all I wanted was to marry him someday and have as many children as he wanted.

"Oh ...just wondered.", he answered.

We looked at each other again, smiled, and our eyes locked. I felt like I was falling, falling toward him and couldn't stop. He leaned his head closer to mine, his lips slowly coming to mine. The butterflies in my stomach were doing triple axle summersaults. My hands were shaking as I reached up and put my arms around his neck. He put one arm around my waist, the other around and up my back, behind my head and cradled my head in his hand. My lips felt like they were burning. My breathing was fast, hard, I felt only excitement, anticipation. I could hear my heart pounding, like horses racing along a track.

Our lips touched, barely, gently, like butterfly wings. My lips tingled, like electricity was passing from his to mine, small lighting bolts bouncing back and forth, tickling as they moved between our lips. He pressed a little closer now, wrapping his arms around me, our lips pressing together. I was too excited to even breathe.

He slowed down, pulled back slightly, gave me a couple of quick, pecking kisses, and we fell into each others arms, breathing deeply. I just wanted to stay there forever, I never wanted the moment to end.

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