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Remember that first kiss?

Hurried, anxious, tender, passionate, fumbling, impulsive, slow, deliberate, lingering, longed for, yearned for...

When was yours?

I think it was when I was 6 (about that age) and a girl went up a smooched me

it was gross!

I was 16.

I had spent the afternoon with a girl I'd met that day at a sort of youth Bible study thing I'd been invited to.

It was one of those weird times where the chemistry is there but the presence of additional people make it awkward at best to explore each other's personality. In this case it was one of her friends, a strange neurotic girl who would literally clamp her hands around your throat if you made a disparaging remark about the musical genuis of the New Kids on the Block. (Ask me how I know that.) The three of us were out in the front yard of this girl's house, talking and feeling the tension.

Neurotic as she may be, this firend was no fool and could clearly see the attraction between this young lady and me. She dared us to kiss, but nervousness interfered, presumably because of how badly we really wanted to... And because, since that much was obvious, neither of us wanted it to be just the result of a silly dare.

...not that to a 16 year old boy there's EVER a bad reason to kiss a pretty girl for the first time, it was fun basking in the anticipation, because it was clearly going to happen. There was just one problem, one horrible, severe, distracting problem that guaranteed that this was going to have to move along at some point in the VERY near future.

And that problem was, that I had to pee.

When I say 'i Had to pee' I don't mean that I felt pressure in my bladder and an urge to find a restroom. No, I mean I was in pain. Serious, distracting, abdominal stress that guaranteed that either I was going to wet myself at some point or I was going to have an internal rupture that would absolutely guarantee this day would be one to remember whenther I got a smooch or not. This was largely due to the nervousness of knowing I was about to experience my first kiss, which I'm sure most of you know is wonderful, uplifiting, intoxicating, and fills the bladder faster than a mug of cheap beer.

Ah, but those 16 year old hormones that place the priority of being there to recieve that first kiss higher than a septic peritoneum. Yes, even higher than the common sense of simply asking if I might go into the house and use the facilities. And so I hid the fact, and stayed planted on that low, cold, stone wall that we were sitting on, waiting for this milestone of young love to be reached.

...hopefully before I soaked my jeans.

And so eventually this friend got impatient and attempted to push our heads together. We resisted, of course, not wanting our first kiss to include the memory of the feeling of a third party's hands on the back of our heads and our lips smashed together hard enough to be cut on teeth. No, we resisted but that moment of closeness was the straw that broke the camel's back and almost the instant Ms.NKOTB fan club released us, we leaned in and kissed.

I know you, the reader, are waiting to see if at this point my bladder rebelled and had its own feeling of sweet happines, but no. I held it together because at this point the friend, satisfied, decided to head on home, leaving the two of us to our own devices, and so we smooched a little more, in the shadows of the trees at dusk, romantic as can be...

...except that I was in severe abdominal pain.

And so, when her dad finally called her to come in the house, I mounted my bike and rode away, the 2 miles to my house never seeming longer, and resisted the temptation to stop on a footbridge and pee into the creek, because now I felt I was a MAN and men controlled themselves and could hold on a little longer.

And so I made it, and it took me longer to drain my devastated bladder then it had taken to actually get home, but it was worth it. This girl later went on to claim my virginity as well, but that's another story. Suffice it to say, I went to the bathroom first.

I was 16...... Suffice it to say, I went to the bathroom first.

That was a beautiful story :p

Unfortunately, I have none to add to it.

I think it was when I was 6 (about that age) and a girl went up a smooched me

it was gross!

Something like this, I believe.

Remember that first kiss?

Hurried, anxious, tender, passionate, fumbling, impulsive, slow, deliberate, lingering, longed for, yearned for...

When was yours?

What's with the sex threads? Somebody has some unresolved issues...

*pulls out Freudian couch* Did your parents try to control your bowel movements as a small child?

my first kiss was traumatic and gross and he puked in my mouth.

boys are gross.

I voted 13-16, even though technically it was like...when I was 4. Anything befor 12 doesnt fucking count.


Awkward kiss after I took a girl to a movie. We dated for 3 months afterwords. Then she became (or maybe I just noticed?) a fucking psycho.

I was 19 and it was extremely awkward. I had just started to date my ex-boyfriend, and by mistake when I opened a door, I didn't see him behind me and the door hit him in the face (or at least this is what he claimed at the time; I still say he was full of shit and horny). After a few minutes of whining, he asked me to kiss his cheek better. I freaked and instead kissed him on the lips. Needless to say, that was VERY awkward and I left very fast. He had been caught off-guard and didn't even notice I had left until I was already at the other side of the building.

I was 16.

I had spent the afternoon with a girl I'd met that day at a sort of youth Bible study thing I'd been invited to.

It was one of those weird times where the chemistry is there but the presence of additional people make it awkward at best to explore each other's personality. In this case it was one of her friends, a strange neurotic girl who would literally clamp her hands around your throat if you made a disparaging remark about the musical genuis of the New Kids on the Block. (Ask me how I know that.) The three of us were out in the front yard of this girl's house, talking and feeling the tension.

Neurotic as she may be, this firend was no fool and could clearly see the attraction between this young lady and me. She dared us to kiss, but nervousness interfered, presumably because of how badly we really wanted to... And because, since that much was obvious, neither of us wanted it to be just the result of a silly dare.

...not that to a 16 year old boy there's EVER a bad reason to kiss a pretty girl for the first time, it was fun basking in the anticipation, because it was clearly going to happen. There was just one problem, one horrible, severe, distracting problem that guaranteed that this was going to have to move along at some point in the VERY near future.

And that problem was, that I had to pee.

When I say 'i Had to pee' I don't mean that I felt pressure in my bladder and an urge to find a restroom. No, I mean I was in pain. Serious, distracting, abdominal stress that guaranteed that either I was going to wet myself at some point or I was going to have an internal rupture that would absolutely guarantee this day would be one to remember whenther I got a smooch or not. This was largely due to the nervousness of knowing I was about to experience my first kiss, which I'm sure most of you know is wonderful, uplifiting, intoxicating, and fills the bladder faster than a mug of cheap beer.

Ah, but those 16 year old hormones that place the priority of being there to recieve that first kiss higher than a septic peritoneum. Yes, even higher than the common sense of simply asking if I might go into the house and use the facilities. And so I hid the fact, and stayed planted on that low, cold, stone wall that we were sitting on, waiting for this milestone of young love to be reached.

...hopefully before I soaked my jeans.

And so eventually this friend got impatient and attempted to push our heads together. We resisted, of course, not wanting our first kiss to include the memory of the feeling of a third party's hands on the back of our heads and our lips smashed together hard enough to be cut on teeth. No, we resisted but that moment of closeness was the straw that broke the camel's back and almost the instant Ms.NKOTB fan club released us, we leaned in and kissed.

I know you, the reader, are waiting to see if at this point my bladder rebelled and had its own feeling of sweet happines, but no. I held it together because at this point the friend, satisfied, decided to head on home, leaving the two of us to our own devices, and so we smooched a little more, in the shadows of the trees at dusk, romantic as can be...

...except that I was in severe abdominal pain.

And so, when her dad finally called her to come in the house, I mounted my bike and rode away, the 2 miles to my house never seeming longer, and resisted the temptation to stop on a footbridge and pee into the creek, because now I felt I was a MAN and men controlled themselves and could hold on a little longer.

And so I made it, and it took me longer to drain my devastated bladder then it had taken to actually get home, but it was worth it. This girl later went on to claim my virginity as well, but that's another story. Suffice it to say, I went to the bathroom first.

*sighs*

That's a terrific story. I never got the chance to try to kiss my first legitimate adolescent crush. I'd been kissing girls since I was seven or so, with no cootie side-effects. But it didn't feel like it's supposed to feel until I was 11 or so. As a result, I can't really recall the first or even the first "real" kiss. What can I say, I like them all.

I was 15. I’d gone out on my first ever date with a guy who had been a long time friend, spending the day sailing around by the beach in his little sunfish sailboat. He’d driven me home and we were standing in my driveway. He had a mop of messy red hair and freckles and braces and thick coke bottle glasses. I had long stringy brown hair and a big sunburned nose and my leg was bleeding from where I’d scraped it on the edge of the boat. It was awkward and quick and nerdy and really quite sweet.

I had spent the afternoon with a girl I'd met that day at a sort of youth Bible study thing I'd been invited to.

I've gotta start going to these because it looks like everyone this board uses them for sex :p

Something like this, I believe.

only without me being kissed I hope ;)

I was 16.

I had spent the afternoon with a girl I'd met that day at a sort of youth Bible study thing I'd been invited to.

It was one of those weird times where the chemistry is there but the presence of additional people make it awkward at best to explore each other's personality. In this case it was one of her friends, a strange neurotic girl who would literally clamp her hands around your throat if you made a disparaging remark about the musical genuis of the New Kids on the Block. (Ask me how I know that.) The three of us were out in the front yard of this girl's house, talking and feeling the tension.

Neurotic as she may be, this firend was no fool and could clearly see the attraction between this young lady and me. She dared us to kiss, but nervousness interfered, presumably because of how badly we really wanted to... And because, since that much was obvious, neither of us wanted it to be just the result of a silly dare.

...not that to a 16 year old boy there's EVER a bad reason to kiss a pretty girl for the first time, it was fun basking in the anticipation, because it was clearly going to happen. There was just one problem, one horrible, severe, distracting problem that guaranteed that this was going to have to move along at some point in the VERY near future.

And that problem was, that I had to pee.

When I say 'i Had to pee' I don't mean that I felt pressure in my bladder and an urge to find a restroom. No, I mean I was in pain. Serious, distracting, abdominal stress that guaranteed that either I was going to wet myself at some point or I was going to have an internal rupture that would absolutely guarantee this day would be one to remember whenther I got a smooch or not. This was largely due to the nervousness of knowing I was about to experience my first kiss, which I'm sure most of you know is wonderful, uplifiting, intoxicating, and fills the bladder faster than a mug of cheap beer.

Ah, but those 16 year old hormones that place the priority of being there to recieve that first kiss higher than a septic peritoneum. Yes, even higher than the common sense of simply asking if I might go into the house and use the facilities. And so I hid the fact, and stayed planted on that low, cold, stone wall that we were sitting on, waiting for this milestone of young love to be reached.

...hopefully before I soaked my jeans.

And so eventually this friend got impatient and attempted to push our heads together. We resisted, of course, not wanting our first kiss to include the memory of the feeling of a third party's hands on the back of our heads and our lips smashed together hard enough to be cut on teeth. No, we resisted but that moment of closeness was the straw that broke the camel's back and almost the instant Ms.NKOTB fan club released us, we leaned in and kissed.

I know you, the reader, are waiting to see if at this point my bladder rebelled and had its own feeling of sweet happines, but no. I held it together because at this point the friend, satisfied, decided to head on home, leaving the two of us to our own devices, and so we smooched a little more, in the shadows of the trees at dusk, romantic as can be...

...except that I was in severe abdominal pain.

And so, when her dad finally called her to come in the house, I mounted my bike and rode away, the 2 miles to my house never seeming longer, and resisted the temptation to stop on a footbridge and pee into the creek, because now I felt I was a MAN and men controlled themselves and could hold on a little longer.

And so I made it, and it took me longer to drain my devastated bladder then it had taken to actually get home, but it was worth it. This girl later went on to claim my virginity as well, but that's another story. Suffice it to say, I went to the bathroom first.



OMG I had something like this happen to me at work yesterday (only without the kissing obviously) I was absolutely bursting for a pee. I had to hold it in for like 3and a half hours before I reached a client whose loo was clean. Best feeling in the world tbh - the feeling of relief you get after you've been holding in your pee for a while then you reach a loo!

Anyway, nice story. And I have nothing interesting to contribute to this thread (except for the above ramble obviously)

That was a beautiful story :p

Unfortunately, I have none to add to it.

*sighs*

That's a terrific story. I never got the chance to try to kiss my first legitimate adolescent crush. I'd been kissing girls since I was seven or so, with no cootie side-effects. But it didn't feel like it's supposed to feel until I was 11 or so. As a result, I can't really recall the first or even the first "real" kiss. What can I say, I like them all.

OMG I had something like this happen to me at work yesterday (only without the kissing obviously) I was absolutely bursting for a pee. I had to hold it in for like 3and a half hours before I reached a client whose loo was clean. Best feeling in the world tbh - the feeling of relief you get after you've been holding in your pee for a while then you reach a loo!

Anyway, nice story. And I have nothing interesting to contribute to this thread (except for the above ramble obviously)

Thank you, thank you. I'm glad my pain brought a smile to some faces ;)

I've gotta start going to these because it looks like everyone this board uses them for sex :p


ffft you think I went for the religion? hehe

I was five lol - my first girlfriend and I... oh we held hands, we ate lunch together, lol - it was real romantic. We had our first kiss on the coach back from swimming with school - lol!

I was 18. Late bloomer much?
My real problem was I was one of the guys in high school, which automatically (apparently) removed me from the market.

I was 7 and it was with a boy who lived a couple of houses down the road. Quite innocent, really and happened a few times. Too bad both of us already then new to keep it a secret.

My first real kiss was only a couple years ago, when I was eighteen. It was pretty hurried since he was anxious to get my pants off.

Oh, please. You want to talk serious pain? Try being stuck in Mexican traffic for three and a half hours trying to cross the border after having drank about a gallon or so of water. I was peeing for literally a minute and a half when we finally got across.

Anyway, my first kiss? It was very poor and happened during a time I'd much rather forget, thank you very much.

My first kiss was terrible because I didn't really like the boy all that much and he did it anyway. It was at the beginning of a movie and it ruined the whole experience for me. Then I spent like 10 minutes in the bathroom crying after the movie started. I was quiet the whole way home and we've never spoken since.