My first real kiss was when I turned 16, before that there where plenty of quick pecks on the cheek or something but not a real kiss.She had asked me out and I agreed and we went out that night. I drove her home, got out, and started to walk her to the door. Not so much out of being a gentleman but because it was raining, one of those cold October rains, and I had to get my umbrella back. When we got around to the side of my truck I was to chicken-shit to just kiss her, so asked if I could kiss her. She said yes. I didn't kiss her right away, I just stared into her eyes for few seconds then pulled her into me and pushed her up against my Blazer at the same time, and gave her a deep, long, probing kiss. I dropped the umbrella and we just stood there in the rain kissing. We where both drenched by the time we stopped kissing 20 or 30 seconds and I just pulled back and looked into her eyes for a few seconds said nothing and she smiled and ran to the door. It was hot.At first it made me kinda uncomfortable but with her, somehow, it was alright and I felt relaxed and enjoyed every second of it. After that we went out for about a year. We're still friend though we rarely see each other.
There is no punishment. There is no reward. There are only consequences.