Do you remember your first kiss
Discussion
My best'est summer.
Twas the summer of 76, the weather was sultry, best summer before MMGW was even thought of, we just broken up for summer school term.
I was 14, the following six weeks of summer were idyllic, but as a youth with no money or cinemas to go to, we just hanged around not too dissimilar to our youth of today, we spent the majority of our days and evenings playing hedgimication, we would jump and run through all our neighbours gardens with emphasis's on piling through the hedges.
What fun this was to be playing 'knock down ginger'; the plod used to be kept busy but those Allegro's and Morris Minor panda cars seemed exceptionally slow, we always managed to out run them.
Lesley; a sister of my best friend, started to attract my eye, my loins seemed to stir, a feeling I'd not noticed before it was nice feeling.
This feeling was intense, which I only felt the time I found a sticky copy of Mayfair thrown under a Privett hedge as if discarded in a hurry this magazine greatly grew my interest in my hitherto unknown fellow schoolgirls.
Bored with four weeks into our summer holidays, we searched for new adventures.
At the bottom of our local Rec, lay an overgrown railway line with trees and bushes with a wilderness for all to explore, Adders Bats, Alligators and Crocs we were sure we had seen them all.
My mates and me built a wilderness hollow, with which we would run our summer camp it was our headquarters for the 76 summer duration.
It was fine, a great laugh but I wanted the girls to also come and take part in our new found camp, not sure why but a stirring just wanted them to be with us some of the lads thought this was heresy and I was a bad egg, but I knew It was something that I needed to do.
I invited Sue at first very tomboyish we just had a laugh but my aim was to get Lesley to come to my secretive lair.
Sue spread the word, and a gaggle of girls wanted to be in our gang, we spent another week of playing by the railways and allowing various people into our gang, but I wanted to be alone with Lesley.
One summers day in 76, the weather was boiling, I knocked at my mates Peters house Lesley answered, Peter is grounded for belting our big Sis, exclaimed Lesley!
I wanted to walk away and play with my broken bike, but Lesley wanted to hang around with me; this was new territory to me! A girl wants to hang around me without her brother or her immature girly mates.
Okay Lesley what shall we do, my Rayleigh Chopper has a puncture and needs to be repaired, Oh! we can't do that I haven't got a puncture outfit kit and can't afford one either.
Lets go to the Rec! see who else is there Lesley asks, off we go talking rubbish, she pinching me; me trying to kick her backside!
She looked different, she seemed to have swelled some over the summer, her behind was more rounded voluptuous even, we headed to my Den I was the king she the Queen, no one else was there, we sat and chatted about much about nothing, we were sitting rubbing shoulders and throwing arms around each other our eyes kept meeting, why! I don't know why but we enjoyed it.
Have you ever kissed anyone I blurted out, she replied only her mum and dad just before bedtime.
My heart was racing, I'd I'd I'd like to kiss you, my face went deep red; hers too, we looked at each other and got closer and there it was I pecked her on her cheek and she did likewise, I felt great, and moved for her lips she instinctively did also, we kissed and cuddled that day until the summer Sun fell behind the railway tracks, I didn't know about tongues, but it was the best day of my life, and here 32 years later still brings fondness and smiles to my cheeks.
What a day what a glorious summer.
Anyone else have similar memories that are just sublime, that also includes you ladies.
I know it Sounds like Ednid Blyton! No, I never did bed her!!!
Twas the summer of 76, the weather was sultry, best summer before MMGW was even thought of, we just broken up for summer school term.
I was 14, the following six weeks of summer were idyllic, but as a youth with no money or cinemas to go to, we just hanged around not too dissimilar to our youth of today, we spent the majority of our days and evenings playing hedgimication, we would jump and run through all our neighbours gardens with emphasis's on piling through the hedges.
What fun this was to be playing 'knock down ginger'; the plod used to be kept busy but those Allegro's and Morris Minor panda cars seemed exceptionally slow, we always managed to out run them.
Lesley; a sister of my best friend, started to attract my eye, my loins seemed to stir, a feeling I'd not noticed before it was nice feeling.
This feeling was intense, which I only felt the time I found a sticky copy of Mayfair thrown under a Privett hedge as if discarded in a hurry this magazine greatly grew my interest in my hitherto unknown fellow schoolgirls.
Bored with four weeks into our summer holidays, we searched for new adventures.
At the bottom of our local Rec, lay an overgrown railway line with trees and bushes with a wilderness for all to explore, Adders Bats, Alligators and Crocs we were sure we had seen them all.
My mates and me built a wilderness hollow, with which we would run our summer camp it was our headquarters for the 76 summer duration.
It was fine, a great laugh but I wanted the girls to also come and take part in our new found camp, not sure why but a stirring just wanted them to be with us some of the lads thought this was heresy and I was a bad egg, but I knew It was something that I needed to do.
I invited Sue at first very tomboyish we just had a laugh but my aim was to get Lesley to come to my secretive lair.
Sue spread the word, and a gaggle of girls wanted to be in our gang, we spent another week of playing by the railways and allowing various people into our gang, but I wanted to be alone with Lesley.
One summers day in 76, the weather was boiling, I knocked at my mates Peters house Lesley answered, Peter is grounded for belting our big Sis, exclaimed Lesley!
I wanted to walk away and play with my broken bike, but Lesley wanted to hang around with me; this was new territory to me! A girl wants to hang around me without her brother or her immature girly mates.
Okay Lesley what shall we do, my Rayleigh Chopper has a puncture and needs to be repaired, Oh! we can't do that I haven't got a puncture outfit kit and can't afford one either.
Lets go to the Rec! see who else is there Lesley asks, off we go talking rubbish, she pinching me; me trying to kick her backside!
She looked different, she seemed to have swelled some over the summer, her behind was more rounded voluptuous even, we headed to my Den I was the king she the Queen, no one else was there, we sat and chatted about much about nothing, we were sitting rubbing shoulders and throwing arms around each other our eyes kept meeting, why! I don't know why but we enjoyed it.
Have you ever kissed anyone I blurted out, she replied only her mum and dad just before bedtime.
My heart was racing, I'd I'd I'd like to kiss you, my face went deep red; hers too, we looked at each other and got closer and there it was I pecked her on her cheek and she did likewise, I felt great, and moved for her lips she instinctively did also, we kissed and cuddled that day until the summer Sun fell behind the railway tracks, I didn't know about tongues, but it was the best day of my life, and here 32 years later still brings fondness and smiles to my cheeks.
What a day what a glorious summer.
Anyone else have similar memories that are just sublime, that also includes you ladies.
I know it Sounds like Ednid Blyton! No, I never did bed her!!!
Trust PH to follow some top reminiscing with that as a first remark I vaguely remember the first happening in a swimming pool on holiday many, many years ago. The one that sticks in my mind is the second though (different girl, about a month later). It wasn't very romantic, she dribbled on me (
).
I count myself lucky though, if the second kiss had been the first then I would probably have been put off for life
).I count myself lucky though, if the second kiss had been the first then I would probably have been put off for life
Vixpy1 said:
Ordinary Bloke said:
Only 31K posts?
This was a sweet niaive thread until Timmy's post. I fear it will quickly go downhill. Do you remember your first XXX ???
I remember my first copy of mayfair This was a sweet niaive thread until Timmy's post. I fear it will quickly go downhill. Do you remember your first XXX ???
I strolled into the corner store a good 2 miles from home, backpack slung over my shoulder to hide the evidence (caught a bus especially, to get as far away from the local shops as possible) put on my best "Im over 18" voice, and rather than plucking a few muck mags from the shelves and quietly paying for them and leaving, I strode up to the shop keeper at the counter and demanded with an air of quavering nonchalance and faux confidence to know which magazines were the best, as if I were a connoisseur, and that anything other than the best simply wouldnt do.
Muppet!
... On another occasion, whist searching for books on sexual technique, I took the same foolish bravado approach, strolled into a book store, and asked the older lady assistant if they had any lovers guide type books for exceptionally gifted and well endowed men.... as a joke, you know - to hopefully break the ice a little.
Of course the bloody woman didnt get the joke...
Of course the bloody woman didnt get the joke...
Edited by Buster Bakdorzin on Tuesday 26th August 01:30
Either you had a very innocent childhood or today's youth is growing ever more experimental in their early teens. I suspect the latter.
When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
- sigh* to be an innocent child again. I think I'd just like to build a den.
Darkslider said:
Either you had a very innocent childhood or today's youth is growing ever more experimental in their early teens. I suspect the latter.
When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
Well, it all depends on where you are really. Nobody I know really brags about doing anything, maybe it's gotten to the point where its so common people are just blase about having it off at 15. But try finding another willing guy at 15, thats another matter entirely. When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
- sigh* to be an innocent child again. I think I'd just like to build a den.
Vixpy1 said:
Ordinary Bloke said:
Only 31K posts?
This was a sweet niaive thread until Timmy's post. I fear it will quickly go downhill. Do you remember your first XXX ???
I remember my first copy of mayfair This was a sweet niaive thread until Timmy's post. I fear it will quickly go downhill. Do you remember your first XXX ???
Kendra Brown.
I think I was 12. School disco, (christmas 87?)
No tongues.
She was wearing a lot of PVC, which I suspect contributed to the overall hot-stickiness of the event. To quote Katy Perry, "...It felt so wrong, -it felt so right..."
There was a touch of pikey about her, but I wasn't complaining at the time. She wasn't ugly.
If I recall correctly, there then followed a 3 year snog drought. -Not a great problem; in my adolescent mind I was simultaneously a Navy SEAL in Vietnam and England cricket captain during those interim years. Not much time for rampant totty.
I think I was 12. School disco, (christmas 87?)
No tongues.
She was wearing a lot of PVC, which I suspect contributed to the overall hot-stickiness of the event. To quote Katy Perry, "...It felt so wrong, -it felt so right..."
There was a touch of pikey about her, but I wasn't complaining at the time. She wasn't ugly.
If I recall correctly, there then followed a 3 year snog drought. -Not a great problem; in my adolescent mind I was simultaneously a Navy SEAL in Vietnam and England cricket captain during those interim years. Not much time for rampant totty.
Darkslider said:
Either you had a very innocent childhood or today's youth is growing ever more experimental in their early teens. I suspect the latter.
When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
It was not so much about innocence, its just how it was in those days this was growing up in fairly rough and ready area of London not buntying around Devon's country lanes.When I was 14 a scant five years ago you'd get the piss ripped out of you if you hadn't yet flicked a girls bean let alone had your first kiss. I and most of my mates had also lost our virginity by the following year and start of GCSEs.
- sigh* to be an innocent child again. I think I'd just like to build a den.
Your reply does show that todays youth really do grow up way to quickly.
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