My first kiss was when I was seventeen, on my first date. I wasn't sure what to do, so I pretty much just pressed my lips up against hers and jerked back. It was then that she said, "You don't use your tongue?"
After eating supper we ended up making out in the car for two hours, was all. My parents were absolutely shocked!
I "broke up" with her the following night.
Do I regret it ... ? Maybe some, but not much. Since then I've done a lot more things with this one girl in my dorm than I'd feel free to talk about in front of all my peers. But I guess I am a little jealous of the never been kissed people, because they seem to have some strange elevated status in the Christian subculture.