My first kiss was when I was thirteen. (Well, I still am.)
It was in... February, I think. This guy (boy from my class) had asked me out a couple of times, and this was our third 'date'. We were ice-skating, and we had just eaten. I still had braces at the time, and I was really scared he'd be grossed out if I had bits of food stuck between my braces... We were sitting down on a bench, resting after skating for about 10 rounds nonestop. Suddenly he asked "what would you do if I kissed you now?" My heart started pounding like crazy, and I said "ummm.... I don't know?" He said, "well, let's find out." and kissed. me. We're both kind of nerds, so it's weird that we're the people in our class who first had their first kisses...
Now, looking back, he really wasn't such a great kisser... It's kind of a shame that I wasted my first kiss on him. I dumped him a couple of weeks after our kiss. (he kept on asking me out, though I kept on saying that No, I can't do anything this saturday, I'm busy. I really was busy, we had this family thing, but he just wouldn't give up. so in the end dumping him was the only solution I could come up with, seeing as he wouldn't listen to me when I tried talking.)
well, yeah. That's my kiss. And looking forward the next ones!
one girl in my class had her first kiss as a dare. She kissed this boy who she really doesn't like, and it was a FRENCH kiss too! Afterwards, when her twin sister found out, she (the twin) started crying. She was really upset that her sister had wasted her first kiss on a total jerk... Sort of like me.