Okay, here goes...complete disclosure, I have two "firsts." The first first was when I was five, I don't remember her name but her parents and mine somehow knew each other and she and her mom were at our house one day and our mom's sent us out to play. We were out by my father's workshop and I asked if she wanted to kiss me, no idea why but I just asked her. She said yes and we smooched for like a half second and decided we were boyfriend and girl friend. Then we went back into the house and shared a Coke. I guess I've been a horny little devil since then.
The second "first" was in the seventh grade. One day in class we had like 10 minutes before the bell rang and one of the girls in this little group decided that we'd play spin the bottle. Okay seriously I had no idea what to do or anything. This other girl that was playing had a natural hate for the world it seemed, and for me in particularly; I mean she would cut me down at any opportunity. Well, she spun and guess at whom the bottle pointed at...yep, you guessed it. She was all like. "No way this is gonna happen" and "GOD! Why did it have to be HIM?"...shit like that. She was told what the rules of the game and reluctantly she gave in and kissed me. I think we both blushed. Anyway for like a week every time we passed each other in the hall she always gave me the stink-eye and would say, 'I can't believe I kissed YOU!" and would storm off. One day I saw her coming my way supposedly heading to her locker and she stopped me again, I prepared for her daily put-down. This time she took me by my hand and rushed me into the stairwell and told me I better not tell a soul about this, and then she kissed again. This wasn't the spin the bottle kiss, but a real one that lasted pretty long, at least to me.
So, there you have it.