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well let’s see…. this guy was more experienced than i was and the second our lips touched his tongue darted in my mouth and i bit it. :Dwe were laying on his bed all day, cuddling,
and our lips brushed and we just started kissing,
non-stop, for half an hour.
it was wonderful.mine was awkward as fuck, and forced because of some kid we barely knew that we were chilling with was all like WHY ARENT YOU GUYS KISSING BLAH BLAH, and it was bad, and so when i was leaving, the kid kissed me goodbye. not the kid we didn’t know. the first kiss boy. yeah.
I was in the backseat of a car with my first boyfriend in seventh grade after a school dance. As his stepdad drove me home, Jared kissed me. It wasn’t deep or anything. I guess I was excited about it, but you know, it was my first kiss, and back then I was such a fucking lovebird that I could see the romance in sex behind a dumpster.
I was twelve, he was fourteen. It was on the stairwell of the school our summer camp was in. He kind of tricked me into it. Made fun of me for blushing. I was reallllllly shy back then and even though I didn’t like it, I didn’t make him stop. I did, however, gag and almost cry when he shoved his tongue in and out of my mouth. I know it’s an impossible comparison, but I almost felt like he was raping me.
I sold mine for 100 pesos when I was 12 and he was 11, I think. He might have been 12 as well, but I don’t remember. Anyway, I’m a couple months older than he is. It was a dare that a schoolmate forced on me to kiss my first “boyfriend” on the lips. It was sort of like a peck, not even a real kiss, lol. After that, I immediately turned around and asked for my money. 8D True story. As of now, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.