I've been dropping by the Escapist for some time now, and though I browsed the forums every now and again if an interesting topic came up in the sidebar, I never felt the need to join until now. Mostly because I love these kind of stories in a creepy, voyeuristic sort of way. Anyway:
I was 17 for my first kiss, with the first girl who showed any vague interest in me. We were at the movies watching "Robots" (I'd heard these things happened in movies, so I dragged her, unimpressed, into the only thing showing at the time we'd had our (my first) date). I spent the first half an hour watching the film in horror, in the first row of the cinema (because I was too stupid to get her hints when she suggested we sit up the back), with 4 rows of excited 8 year olds behind us, trying to ignore the meaningful looks she was giving to the side of my head out of nervousness.
My hand slipped at one point, and brushed against her thigh, which I quickly recoiled away out of wanting to seem proper. Frustrated at my shit, she promptly grabbed my hand and pushed it onto her thigh, grabbed my head with the other, pulled my face towards her. As first kisses go, it was pretty good, tonguing not excessive, no clashing of teeth. The kids behind us seemed fairly traumatised at our display, audibly gasping. The girl didn't really talk to me much after that, but hey! "That was my first kiss", I said immediately after we stopped for breath.
Real smooth.