[Adelina]

Okay, I'll bite. I had to really think about this one. It was at a last-day-of-school party at a classmate's house, out on her deck. We were playing truth or dare, as so many junior hi kids do. Someone dared (him? me? I cannot remember) a kiss between me and my friend's guest who he'd brought to set me up with [but actually hoping I'd get dissed and then he could console me and -he'd- get the goods]. And there it was. I was ecstatic.

Technically this was my second kiss, but I probably shouldn't count the one with the older boy when I was real little who I now realize in my worldly wisdom was a teenage pedophile. I can't say it bothered me at the time. I certainly was a weird kid.

And I actually had a boyfriend before this event, when I was about 11, but we only kissed on the cheek, so I don't count that either. (Yes, my mother knew; she thought it was cute.)