My happened when I was 16 in a closet at a party. The party was in another town, and I barely knew the guy, but he was really cute and his name was Taylor. We were dancing and Taylor romantically whisked me away into this random closet. We continued to dance in the closet and he kept stroking my face, so I started stroking his face, too. It seemed like the right move. I was so nervous because I was holding in a fart the whole time we had been dancing, and now holding it in was really hard work. I thought if I was gentle about it, it would be the long and silent kind. Spoiler alert: it was not silent. First of all, stop rushing. Start with a peck, make it soft, and keep it slow. Second of all, less is more when it comes to tongue. Instead of going into it thinking you have to kiss this other person, think of it as two people making their tongues dance and snuggle. Once you feel comfortable with these basics, throw in some sass — a gentle! So can brushing your lips against theirs. Get your hands in their hair, on their back, arms, or gently hold their face. Sometimes it can be fun to take a break from kissing to look the person in the eyes with a quick smile. Throw in a genuine compliment to make them feel comfortable. I kissed him in the woods and then he told everyone that I was a bad kisser. He ended up not being grossed out, so my first kiss I had cake stuck in all my braces. Then we got in trouble for making out, and they made us sit on opposite sides of the gym, but we ended up going back to the dance. We made out more later in hiding. I had never kissed or hooked up with anyone before, and she was from London and so cool and had already had three girlfriends in her lifetime. One day we skipped class and had a picnic in Prospect Park and we talked so long we ended up watching the sunset. It was like a movie. He used way too much tongue and he got his slobber all over my chin and all my concealer came off. Thanks, but no thanks. But it was so adorable and perfect and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I had my first kiss in front of a bunch of Insane Clown Posse CDs after I told my boyfriend I thought clown makeup was badass. It was a lie but it was his favorite band. I think my lips were kind of torn up at the end! I was 17 and my boyfriend met me to walk the dog. We were planning on kissing, but we were too chicken to do it around my neighborhood in case someone I knew saw. I know I was about 13 years old but it did not make a lasting impression on me. I think that's kind of nice for young girls to know though. It doesn't have to be THAT big a deal, and in a few years you'll probably forget about it, whether it was good or bad. Before you've had your first kiss you think it's a huge deal but it's totally not and it totally did not have an impact on my life. Before that year, I lacked the self-confidence to put myself in a position to be kissed; I was shy and awkward and new to my town, and I hadn't really figured out who I was. At 17, I felt like I had it all together. So, when Terrence pulled whatever tacky pick-up line he used, I fell for it and we made out against the wall of a house we were skipping school and hanging out in, and it was great in all its terrible awkwardness. Just because you might not have that first kiss until later than most, that doesn't mean you're some loser who will never be sexual or attractive or wanted. That kiss sparked many great first kisses and great first other things, and I have had no problem exploring that area of my life just because I was 17 and not 13 when someone first made a move. I had avoided kissing my 6th grade boyfriend for as long as humanly possible because I had NO idea what to do. Finally, at my birthday pool party, a bunch of older girls pushed us together and held up a towel so my parents couldn't see. I closed my eyes and went for it, I honestly don't even know what I did beyond open my mouth because I was so nervous. Turns out it's way easier than you think! I remember it was sloppy, tasted weird, and it felt like he was spitting in my mouth. The movie was great! I was wearing a pink Abercrombie skirt and pink flip-flops. His name was Juan. Yup, I was senior in college. I never kissed anyone in high school because I went to an all-girls school, and when I got to college I was too insecure to let anyone kiss me. I turned down a lot of dates because I was nervous they would find out. I thought I lacked the skills to pass as a person who had hooked up with someone before. Anyway, on my 22nd birthday, I went to a bar in Harvard Square with all my friends. At one point, I saw the cute guy from my physics class that I had a crush on all semester. I went up to him and told him I thought he was cute. He blushed and said thank you, it was so hot. Then, I just kissed him. I just went for it. It was the proudest day of my life. My friends and I asker her to teach us how to kiss, so we practiced kissing on each other for 2 hours and she walked around giving us tips. Really glad her mom never walked in. I made my boyfriend at the time wait 7 months to kiss me because I wanted to kiss him on a Ferris wheel. So, we waited until summer, when everyone went to Kennebunkport. He had Abercrombie Fierce cologne on and it was everything. I never saw him again. The kiss was just okay — way too much tongue. This guy picked me up in the middle of the night from a sleepover, and he drove us to a lake on the other side of town. It was a total makeout spot like in the movies. We started making out and he eventually found the Spanx. Related: © 2018 Condé Nast. 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