My first real kiss was in eighth grade with Mike N. I had a serious crush on him allllll year. I found out that I was moving to Md that summer, so the eighth grade picnic took on special meaning to me. Everyone had signed my yearbook, and I waited until the very last minute to ask Mike to sign mine. He took forever to sign it. So anyway, we 8th graders are all out side, when Mike pulls me to the side and starts talking about how much he'll miss me and I start crying. He tilts my chin up, and gives me the sweetest kiss, tongue and all. I was so shocked that I stopped crying and kissed him back, like I'd done it all my life.
lol Both of us walked around dazed for the rest of the afternoon. He even waited for me by my bus and gave me another kiss goodbye. Awwwww!!!!
This is probably why kissing is more sensual to me than the actual act of "doing it". lol