And do tell, who was the forbidden fruit?

“……….But I loved you and I wanted to know and I wanted to be with you. I thought it might even be just this one time. I started to have all kinds of doubts. I don’t remember what they were. I was afraid I might not recognize you to find you. But when I saw you, I knew it was you. I didn’t want to stare too much. I remembering walking toward you and saying “hi” and we gave us each a kiss on the cheeks. I was anxious to get away from the crowds. I followed you to your car quietly, tongue tied. I don’t remember any exchanges of words once we got into the car though I am sure we said a few mundane things. There we were, strangers, yet not. At some point, we turned to each other and we knew we were going to kiss. I felt so much with that kiss. Reassurance. Passion. Newness. Excitement. And it was so tender, passionate, and so very sexual. I remember my fingers in your hair, it is so fine and soft. And finding that lump behind your neck, which I touched for a long time while we kissed. And you cupped my breast in your hand. I think I must have beaded up in your hand. I wanted you…….”

….He got up, walked around the barrier of desk. He stood behind the chair I was sitting. Then he bent his head, I felt him at my profile. I turned to look up at him. And he kissed me. Soft and strong…his mouth was so soft, but he left me no doubt of the force underlying the tenderness. Lips parted, he entered me with his tongue, and I, into him with mine. We stroked each other with our tongues, teased and tempted. A while later, he grasped my hand, our fingers intertwined….

I turned and tippy-toed up to say it was great to meet, to give him a polite kiss on the cheek, to bid him good night.
“No,” he said, “on the mouth, right here, right in front of the whole world.”
And I knew then I wanted in, at least a little bit, into his whole world.

Before anything else, she reached and took my hand into hers. She asked if that was okay. Yes. And we walked holding hands. Did I make the next first move? Maybe I did, I was inpatient and I think I am the more patient one. Kissing her filled my senses with the erotic sounds of her whimpers and intense trembling of her skin. I just wanted to give her more. More of whatever she wanted. More of whatever I have.

I was a complete nerd when it came to dating. My first kiss was with a boy from my church, that my mom set me up with senior year. I had never been on a date, to a dance, asked out by a boy, didn’t wear makeup, barely ever even wore a dress… none of it. I was a nervous wreck. He tried to hold my hand at several points during the evening. I kept subtly moving my hand out of reach. It wasn’t that he wasn’t cute, he was, or that I wasn’t interested, I was. I was just too intimidated, too uncertain, too completely out of my element… ungrounded, clueless.

At the end of the night, he drove me home, walked me to the door, and just kissed me. He was actually a pretty suave guy. I just started to laugh hysterically. It was just me being overwhelmed by my nervousness, by my inability to process anything that was happening. He was not amused. At that point, I’m quite sure he had had it with me, he just turned and left. I felt bad. I was so lost and confused. I did not kiss a boy again until I was in college.

My first sexual experience however, was wonderful. I remember that with much fondness and affection, and joy.

Mallory, fabulous question, these are all so charming to read. I want more people to share more first kisses!