One hundred and eighty-seven

In honour of my premier smooch (and that I’m partying in Ohio with my family today), I have a guest post – I asked my first kiss what his first kiss story was.  He responded with two stories: his first peck and his first real kiss (neither as romantic as our first kiss together, in my opinion!)…

My First Kiss by Keven Albers (Keval)

Well let’s see…If I were to think back and indeed I would need to think way way back, I remember my first ever kiss being with a girl who lived next door to me ( the girl next door). I was probably around six and she was… well I know she was older, taller and most likely prettier than me, but if I were to guess her age she could have been eight or so, the point being she knew more about kissing then I did. I used to live in a townhouse complex that had apartments on the very top of the townhouses, and it was in the stairwell from the ground level to the apartments that she and I did the deed. We stood real close together and I had to go on my tippy-toes and she bent forward and our lips meet. Now being that I was an amateur kisser, I did not realize I was to close my eyes as we face planted each other. Although everything was a blur I could see she had her eyes closed while mine were open. Now that I think of it, it reminds me a bit of the movie poster “Eyes Wide Shut” where Nicole Kidman is looking in another direction while going in for a kiss with Tom Cruise…hmmm I guess this explains why her and I never lasted longer than that first kiss.

My second first kiss…Well, being that I was only six or so when I first kissed a girl (her idea) that was more like training wheels for sucking face, but my real first kiss did not come until eleven years later with a girl named Nicole. I was seventeen and Nicole was my first real girlfriend (yep I had a bit of a lull between the girl next door and Nicole), however it was one of our first dates and the night had ended so Nicole dropped me off at my apartment building.  Just before I was to exit the car we kissed (her idea)…this time I closed my eyes, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, my heart pounded, time stood still. Her soft moist lips contacted mine, connecting me with a woman for the first time in a way I had never felt before. Now I believe it was only a goodnight kiss but I was euphoric and thunderstruck and I was hooked on kissing girls from there on in.

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