Why wasn’t it happening for ME?! | Source: Shutterstock

Over the summer I took a couple classes at Princeton University. It was my first time away from home, so I was super excited to be free of my parents and meet some new people. This was the chance for my first kiss! One night, a bunch of other kids and I were hanging out in a fountain. We were in our bathing suits, and the water was freezing! This one girl started talking about playing truth or dare, and everyone agreed to play. I (the eternal scaredy-cat) kept on choosing truth, even though everyone else chose dare. The dares started getting really intense. One girl had to flash a guy, and there was a lot of kissing. Truth or dare was so on.

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I felt my teeth chattering and my face getting red. I hoped no one saw me quietly panicking as he leaned in. And then we made contact, and I thought it wasn’t that bad. I could feel myself shivering, because I was still so cold, and then… “OUCH!” I bit him. My teeth were chattering so badly that I practically chomped his lip off, and he started to bleed. Badly. I was so mortified, and everyone was laughing about it through the rest of the game. For days after, people would bring up that fateful game of truth or dare in class or at lunch, and each time I just wanted to melt into the floor and disappear!

Naturally, I called my best friend to tell her what happened. At first I was so upset, I nearly cried, but talking to her made me remember, Hey, I did it! I had my first kiss! Good, bad, whatever—I’d been smooched and knew that it could only get better from here!

What’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened when you played truth or dare? Do you have any crazy kissing stories? Tell me everything in the comments!

These Kissing Tips Never Fail!

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We’d been hanging out as friends for a while, but one day after school he told me he had to talk to me. Alone. He drove me home and came over. My parents weren’t home and we went to my room to talk. I sat on the bed. It’s just where I hung out with friends, but suddenly it felt incredibly intimate.

He was nervous–he stood and paced for like a minute without saying anything. My heart was pounding in my chest and after a minute, he just did it: He asked me to be his girlfriend. I was kind of crazy surprised so I didn’t answer right away. Then he kind of freaked and said, “Just say no so I can go home.” (Really! He actually said that! I wrote it in my diary.)

I remember standing up to make him stay. And then I said yes. Before we even kissed! It felt like there was so much pressure on that kiss, but he didn’t hesitate after that. He leaned down (he’s tall–like 6’3″) and his lips on mine felt like–well, they felt exactly the way an awesome kiss is supposed to feel. It wasn’t like the hasty “mwah” at the junior high dance, or the summer camp smooch that really was more tongue than lip. Ew.

It was magical. I’m still not quite sure how to narrate it. I would not have been surprised if cheesy heart-shaped fireworks started going off outside my window like in a bad romcom.

I think I fell in love with love that day. Maybe that’s why I’ve been writing about it ever since. My latest novel, Unbreak My Heart, has lots of kisses. Some light, some passionate, some dreamt up, some forbidden. I will never ever get tired of kissing scenes!

When was your first kiss? Are you still waiting for the right person to come along? What’s your favorite movie kiss? Tell me everything in the comments!

Melissa Walker is the author of Unbreak My Heart.

Check Out This Super Cute First Kiss Story–TOO ADORABLE!

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After the rough, inevitable e-breakup, I arrived at college having vowed to “concentrate on -me- right now”, and that is naturally when I first laid eyes on him. He (dubbed the hottest sophomore in our dorm by popular vote) was dark, shaggy-haired, and so, so tall. I’d steal terribly obvious glances at him in the dining hall . . . and in the elevator . . . and hanging outside of his room (we lived on the same floor so this is not as creepy as it sounds . . . or maybe it IS exactly as creepy as it sounds . . . shut up), and in my fashion, I’d routinely make a fool out of myself hoping he’d pay attention to me.

I don’t know if any of that actually worked, but we did eventually interact, and, after stumbling through the awkward first conversation with him, I was smitten. Through the following weeks I was a bundle of nerves every time we met. He of course, was collected, cool, confident, suave, etc., and he, also of course, had the attention of many of the other freshman girls. I blushed and made sad attempts at flirting every time our paths crossed–and fumed whenever I saw him talking to anyone else.

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I eventually slunk back to our floor’s study tent (the tent erected in our lobby for the purposes of “studying” . . . yeah, I don’t know what was up with that, either!). I heard the ringing of the elevator bell followed by some familiar shuffling steps. The tent flap unzipped and a friendly face popped in, “Mind if I join you?” I choked and giggled and nodded and he, still smelling of 99 cent shaving cream (a smell I’d cherish for years later), climbed on in beside me. We sat pretending to read in awkward tension for a while, his knee occasionally brushing against mine (in that “OMG did he mean to do that I think he meant to do that” kind of way).

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I was on the moon. Kissing with your eyes open isn’t weird. It’s the best! We continued, eyes open then closed then open again. I had no idea kissing could be like that – it was straight-up perfect. We were finally interrupted by one of our floor mates, curious about the suspicious tent-activity (our actions were most innocent, but that tent was tainted from that night on), and in a nervous huff I rushed back to my room. I spent the next hour gushing to my dearest best friend (seriously I think it was 3 in the morning at this point, she’s a trooper) and didn’t sleep, replaying the night’s events in my head for hours.

I think I did pretty badly on the test I had the next morning, but it was so worth it. He and I ended up spending the better part of our college careers together, and I got a glorious, much-needed re-do on all of my questionable “firsts.”

What was your first kiss like? Was it anything like my first kiss? Tell me everything in the comments!

This Girl Thought She’d Never Get Kissed!

Even kittens were smooching before me! | Source: Shutterstock

Fine, I thought, I’ll get my first kiss in middle school. Um wrong. Even though I had a boyfriend we were so awkward and nervous around each other that we barely held hands. The thought of kissing sent him into an absolute panic. It was about this time that complete, white-knuckled anxiety over not being kissed began to set in. Every single one of my friends had successfully arrived in Make Out Town and here I was, stuck in Sweaty Hand City.

And I would remain stuck there for a long, long, long time. Five more agonizing years, to be exact. Yes, I didn’t kiss anyone until I was almost 18.

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Then, FINALLY, on Junior Prom night, it happened: my first kiss!! And it was . . . well, pretty awful, actually. It was the result of a rigged spin the bottle—yes, this is how goody-goody my group of friends were; we played spin the friggin’ bottle after prom. And we were the popular kids—I’d just won Junior Prom Queen! My friends decided that my date and I were destined to be together and basically forced us into a closet to make out. It was sloppy and awkward and totally affectionless. It felt more like he was looking for winning lotto numbers in my mouth than actually kissing me.

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Looking back, I was so crazy anxious about my first kiss for nothing. I had put so much pressure on my first lip-lock that it was doomed to disappoint. I wish I hadn’t stressed about it to the point that I wasn’t even enjoying hanging out with guys or living in the moment on first dates. KISS KISS KISS was all my mind could focus on. Plus, what I know now is that lots of girls don’t get kissed until they’re 18, or even older!

The lesson here, girls (besides the fact that spin-the-bottle can be hazardous to your mental health!) is that obsessing over anything—good or bad—will make you miss out on the moments happening right in front of you. I mean, holding hands is actually pretty fun, now that I think about it!

Are you still waiting for your first kiss? Or how old were you when you first smooched somebody? Tell me everything in the comments!

Want To Hear About This Girl’s Hilarious First Make Out? YES You Do!

First smooches are rarely flawless, and Talent star BC Jean’s was no exception! We got her to open up about what happened: the guy, where she was, and even who was watching! Watch to hear one of the funniest first kiss stories ever.

What’s your “my first kiss” story? Tell us in the comments and check out BC Jean in Talent!