Assuming you mean romantic to rule out platonic, my first was in 8th grade, at school, in a supply closet inbetween classes. We didn't get caught, but it was an adrenaline rush. I had no idea kissing was like that...or that Iwas that good at it!

Firelady, 22
Dallas, TX

Very sweet and slightly clumsy.

Jane, 60
West Linn, OR

Like being pounced on and chewed but a voluptuous monkey.

Anthony, 25
Baton Rouge, LA

*snort* Define romantic. (My firs kiss on the lips was NOT what I would call romantic.) Um, the firstkiss I had that I thought was romantic was on my fingernail. Will hurt it and then he kissed it better.

Karen, 20
Marshelltown/Ames, IA

Private.

Jill, 59
Saylorsburg, PA

As many of these things go, embarked upon with a great deal of trepidation and holding much more meaning for myself than for the boy.

Felicia, 34
Somerville, MA

Soft and Sweet.

Pamela, 38
Sugar Hill, GA

I don't consider any of my kisses romantic until my first boyfriend, and even then, our first romantic kiss wasn't until a few weeks after we started going out. We were lying on a blanket in his parents' backyard, just looking up at the stars, and he turned over and kissed me. It was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me up to that point. I felt like I was in some horrible teen flick, that's how good it was ;)

Amy, 23
Baton Rouge, LA

I really don't remember. Must not have been so great, I guess.

Laura, 35
Lowell, MA

I remember I was 16 years old, and it was Homecoming of my junior year in high school. I went to the dance with my boyfriend at the time, and I'd never kissed anyone before that point in time. We danced to a slow song, and when it was over, we kissed. I have to admit I was a little taken aback and my legs turned to jello...but it was a wonderful moment that I won't soon forget.

Nicole
Elk Grove, CA

It was new years eve, and I was sixteen. I'd had a crush on Don, my sister's brother-in-law, for years. He was home on leave from the army and we were at a family New Years Eve party. I was coming down the stairs and he was going up. As we met on the landing he kissed me. A really sweet gentle kiss. Neither one of us said anything, he continued up the stairs and I went down. For me it was like a crystalized moment in time.  My first kiss at sixteen.  Eventually his family moved away and he married. About fifteen years later I heard that he committed suicide by shooting himself. I wish I  knew what went wrong for him, he was such a sweet and good person.

Cindy, 41
Lowell, MA

suprisingly wonderful,....dark and young.

Helena, 31
Sydney AUSTRALIA

Yesterday / Tomorrow