Oh dear, what has Cheryl unleashed with the story of her First Kiss. From the other First Kiss stories they seem so sweet and innocent..... and young!
My first kiss happened late on a Saturday night just before my seventeenth birthday. I had a live-in hotel job in London and this was my one whole day off that week. I had been to the Kings Road and sat reading in the Drugstore pub. There were a couple of nice young American tourists, one was particularly cute and he caught my eye. But nothing else happened.
After a while, I continued on my window shopping, feeling like I could kick myself for walking out the pub without doing anything about the cute guy. Inside a nearby shop I was looking at the ska t-shirts, thin mod ties and Specials button badges when lo and behold.... the two Americans are there. We got chatting, me doing the unofficial tourist guide bit, and continued window shopping together. Then caught a bus to Piccadilly Circus. Time was getting on and they invited me to eat with them at a restaurant.
My hormones and whatever else were in a tizz. I wore tight red slightly waxed pedal-pushers and probably looked quite hot. Me, all innocent as the day, was exploding from within. By this time the fireworks were all over the place between us.
It was a Lebanese Restaurant that we went to with the American's brother. The cute guy was called Eric and was 16. Younger than I but seemingly more mature! And his brother was 18. They seemed to have a tourist flat off Baker Street and I'm not sure where their parents were staying. As we sat eating, I could barely eat a crumb I was so nervous with excitement. No boy had ever given me any attention before and here I was with this really cute guy. We had been the epitome of good behaviour and hadn't so much as touched hands.
Finally, we left the restaurant but I don't really remember leaving it any normal way. It is quite possible that we suddenly became a swirl of bodies as our lips connected. It is possible that I pulled Eric to me. It was very passionate and it was full on. It was worth the wait!
And that was my first kiss :-)
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Well...I guess me and the girl who lived over the road. We would walk home from school together, aged 8 or 9. On the way we went through a graveyard, and one day we decided (mutually I'd add!) to try out having a kiss. It was brief, it was sweet, it was probably a bit sticky. It was certainly behind a gravestone. We were both a bit embarassed. But we did like holding hands. (I often carried her books for her too)
Then she went and told her parents! You'd think they'd have laughed, it was all so innocent. But no. Dad was a pretty heavy duty vicar. A 'dim view' was taken and I became persona non grata. :-(
Aged 9!
But they couldn't stop us being friends at school! :-)
In Mexico, we used the word "codo" for a stingy person, and "me duele el codo" is like "I don't want to pay so much" or "I didn't like to pay it".
Greets from Mexico.
Peace................