Oh, the world-altering, jaw-dropping, weak in the knees first kiss. That doesn’t exist outside of the movies – for most people anyways. But hey, for all you hopeless romantics out there keep the dream alive!
For more “movie-like first” kiss stories, check out the original thread source at the end of the article.
“It was incredible. I’ll set the scene. It was 7th grade, me and my significant other were about as obsessed with Harry Potter as any two kids can be. We had known each other for years prior and everyone thought we should date before we did. Once we started dating our typical hang out was to go to one of our houses, watch a Harry Potter movie and then eat dinner with the family of said house. On to the kiss.
It was the 5th movie (Order of the Phoenix). When Harry goes in for his first kiss, in the room of requirement, with Cho, before Christmas break, we looked at each other and knew. We both leaned in and our lips met. We held it for almost the exact length as the onscreen kiss. When it ended we were both blushing and just looking at each other.
It is still my favorite kiss to date.”
“It was disastrous. She was feeling brave and wanted to bite my lip for our first kiss and I got scared. I pulled away and head-butt her. Her nose bled for about 3 minutes.
Needless to say, we never talked again.”
“Well, me and my now wife had been trying to sneak away from her family for a while to have a kiss. I was 16 and she 18. It was difficult to get the privacy we needed and to also make it romantic and special until one day we went parasailing.
Her parents hadn’t planned that we would be going up together but the guys who worked the sail I bet did me a solid and we got to go up together! From there I was being so darn shy, until finally we both mutually leaned into one another and had our first kiss, miles above the ocean with a beautiful view.”
“We were lying on our friend’s bed at a party, under a ceiling full of those little glow in the dark stars. I hadn’t thought about kissing her, ever. But, for some strange reason, I just went for it. It was weird because she had no idea it was coming.
She said no, and kinda ran away.
Two days later, I asked her to be with me, and we had our first REAL kiss.
And that was like drinking a steaming cup of hot chocolate in the bitter cold; a slow, persistent warmth, spreading from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my fingers.”
“I felt like she was attacking my face. That really was my first thought.
My second kiss was like having a bomb go off in my brain. 10 years later it hasn’t changed much. I am going to bed now because that person is in it.”
“Ugh. You know that ‘kisses are gross’ stage some kids go through? Where you wipe off kisses and for sure do not give them? Mine was like, the first 14 years of my life. I never kissed my parents, or my grandma, or anybody.
So yeah, then seventh grade rolls around and the cute red haired girl doesn’t seem upset that I’m talking to her.
We were at a water park. We hung out together for the entire field trip and before we got on the bus to go home I asked her if I could call her and she said yes. OH MY GOODNESS.
We hung out at each other’s houses a lot and cuddled sometimes, I guess. She was eventually giving me weird looks. Like we’d be sitting and she’d just be looking intently at me.
One day, after perhaps months of being an aloof terrified child, she just leans in and gives me a kiss. Right on the smacker. I had NO idea if I should reciprocate or if that was weird. I mean, was I supposed to give a tiny peck on the mouth back? Would we look like chickens eating corn or something? Peck. Peck. Peck, peck, peck. Getting old is weird.
It was sort of movie-like. I sat there wondering about the chicken scenario for perhaps 45 seconds. She probably thought I REALLY liked the kiss. But no. Chickens. I decide, screw it, I can give kisses too, I guess.
I gave her a peck on the cheek, gotta hedge your bets, you know? She smiles. Then we had that weird in between ‘ what do we do’ pause that felt like it lasted forever.
Then we shared a full on seventh grade make out. I had NO idea what I was doing. She stuck her tongue in my mouth. That was cool. I am tongue tied, so I can’t do that, but I give it the old college try.
But no clucking, so there was that.”
“My first kiss was funny more than anything. I had been dating a girl for a bit and things started getting serious, but we hadn’t kissed yet. Neither of us were (are) really into kissing in particular so it just never really happened even though we had been together a lot.
Well, one thing lead to another and I wound up losing my virginity to her. After it was over we realized that we had never even kissed before that point. I wound up losing my virginity before ever having my first kiss. Guess it all worked out though since years later we’re still together.”
“I was…fifteen? I think? I was sitting next to this girl I liked, we were talking and laughing, I suddenly realized ‘wow, our faces are really close, I hadn’t noticed that’, then she suddenly leaned forwards that little bit more and kissed me.
It was just a perfectly innocent kiss, no tongue or anything (well, not at first, anyway), and it felt amazing. My mind kind of went blank, and you know how people talk about their hearts ‘swelling’? Yeah, that’s what it felt like.
It’s a shame she turned out to be such a manipulative jerk in the end.”
“My first kiss, I was only 15 at a time and I’d just met a girl for the first time. We were getting on really well, so we went behind some recycling bins and had a kiss. It was fun. I liked being 15.
Now that I think about it, I was 14 but it doesn’t matter anyways.”
“I was leaving my best friend’s birthday party and was in her basement with her and our two best friends. I tell her that it’s time for me to leave and she asks for a goodbye hug, so I open up my arms and start to take a step forward when all of a sudden she rushed at me.
I remember being like ‘what?’ for about a millisecond before my whole world narrowed down to these chapped lips pressing against mine.
It was just a peck, probably only about a second long, but I remember every detail about it. As she pulled away I could hear our friends gasping and squealing as quietly as they could. I just stood there stunned for a second, and she looked up at me with this super coy expression, like ‘yeah, I just kissed you. What you gonna do about it?’
But I know her pretty well and she was probably gauging my reaction. I assure you, she did not have to worry because I got the biggest smile and I grabbed her and kissed her again, and then we just stood there hugging for a minute while our friends had a small squealing fit. And then I went home.
It was a 10 out of 10 first kiss and I would do it again if I could.”
“It was THE greatest thing I’ve ever felt. Let me explain.
Before I was 21, I had no self-esteem, I didn’t like ANY part of my body and I just didn’t value myself as relationship worthy.
But I worked with that girl, the 9 out of 10 type of girl who was totally out of my league. She kept smiling at me even though I was very timid but I smiled back all the time. Then we talked, went on dates, studied together and things escalated.
I was ready for a life of loneliness, I was sure I was going to die without even kissing a girl, not even on a dare. I was prepared for that but then it happened.
We were in my car, she had to go to work so I dropped her off but before she left my car she just stared at me for a solid 10 seconds. I was like screw this I am kissing her and I did and she kissed back. I felt like I could achieve anything. That kiss meant a lot to me.
It was my first kiss, with the one I wanted but most importantly (and a lot of you might think it’s selfish) it gave me confidence.
Since that day, I starting liking myself. I knew I was worthy of happiness. I knew what I had and what I lacked. I wasn’t anxious of leaving home every morning for school or work. I could look at any women in the eyes AND have a normal conversation without cracking my voice because I now viewed myself as equal to everyone else. That first kissed made me want to live.”
“I was 13 and he was 12, but a VERY beautiful boy with blond hair, green eyes and a lovely smile. He thought I was a ‘woman’ while his classmates were ‘just kids’. He also thought I was very pretty. Our parents were friends, so once, when his parents were visiting, we were hanging out in my room, sitting on my bed.
He made the first move, hugged and kissed me. No tongue or anything, just a tender little kiss. He then went and shut the lights off, and then came back and kissed me again, more passionately this time. I was so in love with this boy after that. I was bullied in my school and was considered ugly by my classmates.
So it was wonderful to have such a handsome boy having a crush on me. Nothing more happened after that night, just some awkward phone calls, where neither of us knew what to say. Weeks later our parents fought and never talked again.
And as a result, I never saw him again.”
Points are edited for clarity.