the all important first kiss

My first kiss ever was the summer between 6th and 7th grade. I was at the lake with a friend of mine, and this boy (I can't remember if he was her cousin or family friend) had been flirting with me all day. I remember being nervous for several reasons. I looked cute, but was the only girl not in a bikini (I could've totally worn a bikini, but my mother had issues with them) I also hadn't really dealt with boys in a boy/girl way. My experience with boys was on the football field, basketball court, and baseball field. Yes, I was that girl.

Boys didn't really see me as a girl for a very long time (even though I probably had one of the best racks in high school...) It's always fun to see these guys from high school now because even though I'm not a girly-girl--there is no denying I am a woman.

Anyway, this boy and I were holding on to either side of a raft and endlessly flirting as we drifted further away from the crowd. Our legs and feet kept touching, our hands kept touching, and before I knew what as going on, our lips were touching as well. And then our tongues.

I knew about French kissing but honestly, up until that moment, I didn't get why someone would do that.

And then BAM! I totally got it.

I'm lucky my first kiss ever was so good because believe me, I've had some bad 'first kisses' since. I'm going to be blogging about the good, the bad, and the ugly kisser over at my personal blog today, I think. Pop over if you wanna continue the discussion.

So how was your first kiss ever? Do you remember the person fondly or do you still want a do over?