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Okay, I\'ll get the ball rolling. This is relatively tame because as...well, open....as I am, I don\'t want everyone between here and Creation knowing too much about me. ;) The first time I kissed a girl...*g* When I was in freshman year of high school, I started participating in theatre club and acting and doing crew for the school plays, which was a nice way to hide from the rest of humanity. I had already figured out that I was bi around seventh grade, which sucked b/c I was at an all girls school then (torture, I tell you, pure torture). High school was coed but instead of finding my attraction to girls was a passing deal, it just compounded issues by adding males to the mix. i stray...sorry. The very first play I was helping with was composed mainly of seniors, one in particular which caught my eye. She was very pretty, blonde and more Goth than she let on at school. She had a tattoo on her ankle she showed us once backstage while we were building sets and I remember wanting to touch it. I was a dork like that. I know rumors were starting about me because I was so painfully shy and I wasn\'t exactly subtle about where my eyes wandered. She didn\'t seem to mind that people noticed me looking at her but I did. I tried to avoid her a lot after word got back to me that she knew, that she suspected, but it didn\'t seem to work. She seemed to always be there when I tried to leave, always need me to help paint a set or organize the costume closet. I had been the understudy for one of the secondary characters for this play and two nights before opening, she got pneumonia and I had to learn all the lines and crap, so this girl offered to stay with me. I was fairly sure I didn\'t stop blushing for hours the first afternoon we stayed after school to run lines. I wanted to kiss her but had never kissed anyone before. Ever. Not even a little peck on the lips. I was not, to put it bluntly, socially attractive. *shrug* Anyhow, the night the play opened, she was helping me back stage and I was nervous. She waited until I turned to face her and leaned in close. I remember thinking \"Oh, God, did I brush my teeth?\" before it happened. She kissed me and lingered. I thought she would do it fast, or that it was a dare or a joke. I just stood there, shocked. She kissed me and I thought it felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands to keep from touching her. When she pulled away I asked her why she did it and she said it was because she felt like it. It never happened again with her but everytime she saw me in the halls at school she\'d give me this smile that made my knees go all jello-y and certain parts of my anatomy very...well...damp. She was fodder for some of my sapphic fantasies for years after that.