- He put like his tongue in my mouth
and then like sucked my lips off my face.
- The whole skin right there ripped.
- I refused to let that be my first kiss.
(romantic music)
Hi, I'm Angela, and this is my first kiss horror story.
I was almost 15
and I'd been dating this boy for maybe about a month.
I had not had my first kiss yet,
but he had had his.
Every day after school, he would walk me and my best friend
to my best friend's sister's car,
'cause my best friend and I would carpool all the time.
And it was like always a thing
where he would walk us out
and there's like a gate right before you get to the cars,
and you know, he'd give me a little hug at the gate,
and then she would walk,
and then, you know, we'd say good bye or whatever.
And then on this specific day, right,
like school had just gotten out,
there's so many people around us.
He stops a little early, like before the gate,
and he like gives me a really long hug.
My best friend just keeps walking.
We're standing there and he like looks down at me,
and like it's just us two in that moment
and he goes, you know what I wanna do right now?
And I was like kiss me!
'Cause I was 14 and over-dramatic.
And so he like leans in for the kiss, right?
And it's like going well at first,
and you know, just a very basic first kiss, a peck.
But I'm 14 years old and I have no idea what I'm doing.
And I guess I start using tongue.
I don't know what happened, so he starts using tongue.
I felt his tongue and I think I freaked out,
like internally and externally.
And I just like pulled away.
I was so scared.
I was like, okay, I'm not ready for this.
It wasn't too much tongue,
but I was just not expecting it at all.
It was the fact that there was a tongue in my mouth,
and I was like, no, thank you (laughing).
And I start freaking out.
And I pull away, and I'm so embarrassed
because I'm like I have no idea what just happened.
We just go like, okay, bye.
And just completely like walk completely separate ways.
I walk towards the car and I'm like thinking to myself
my best friend just saw this whole thing go down by the way,
and I'm like wow, I cannot believe that was my first kiss.
Like that was so embarrassing.
And I'm like no, I refuse to let that be my first kiss.
And so, I run back, and I like grab his arm,
and I'm like no, I'm not gonna let that happen.
So, I gave him like a really slight small smooch
and I just walked away
and I was like okay, I'm just gonna say
that that's my first kiss from now on.
So, for like the first maybe month after that,
we would give each other like only small pecks.
He would like come over to my house.
My mom's super chill, so we'd like lay in my bed
and watch a movie.
The most we would do is peck.
And I remember my best friend
distinctly telling me like, Angela, you have a boyfriend,
why are you not making out with him?
And I was like 'cause I'm scarred from the first time.
And that's my first kiss horror story.
- What's up, I'm Alex,
and today, I'm gonna tell you my first kiss horror story.
I was around 13 or 14 when this happened.
Too young, definitely.
But who cares.
We were in school.
We're chillin'.
This is a girl, by the way.
I'm queer.
We were on that level but we weren't at the same time,
we were like friends,
but we also knew that we liked each other.
So, one day, we were chillin', we were in the lunch room.
It was empty.
Usually they have like after-school programs,
and so, we snuck in there afterwards,
like after the after-school program.
In that moment, we were just talking about life.
You know the life talk.
In my head, I was like should I kiss her?
I was a bitch back then.
I was so scared of everything.
So this, when I did that, I was so proud of myself.
Little did I know.
So, she has braces.
I kinda just kissed her, I leaned in and kissed her.
And my lip caught on her braces bracket.
She kept pushing herself in more.
She kept like
and I was like ooh, okay.
The more she pushed in, the more that my lip
would like slowly slide into her mouth,
and it was just like.
The whole skin right there ripped.
I was like oh (beep) it hurt so bad.
I remember it so vividly, oh my God.
And it was bleeding, and I didn't wanna embarrass her,
so I kinda just played it off
and was like oh, hold on, I gotta go to the bathroom,
'cause she didn't know.
So, it's like oh my God, hold on,
I gotta go to the bathroom.
And then after that, kinda just kept my distance,
'cause she thought that it went well.
And I'm in my head, I'm like ooh, no more.
She was really cool, but after that, I was like no.
And so I vowed from that day
that I would never ever kiss a girl with braces again.
And then I avoided her for the rest of the school year,
and she didn't know why until later on in the year.
That girl, she was sensitive.
Really easily hurt by everything,
and so, I didn't wanna be the cause of her depression
and the cause of her not wanting to kiss people again.
First of all, when I went home,
my mama was like who beat yo ass?
I was like nobody (laughing).
I couldn't tell her I kissed anyone.
I was too young.
So, I like, oh this girl hit me.
My mom almost went up to the school,
and I was like no, I handled her, I got her.
You don't gotta worry about it.
That's how noticeable I was,
if my mom thought someone hurt me, which someone did,
then it had to be bad.
It wasn't that big though.
It was kinda like a little mark right there.
It took like maybe a week or two to heal completely,
like no mark at all.
I still had to go to school
and people still saw it.
I couldn't tell them, again,
because I didn't want her to be embarrassed, so,
came up with a whole bunch of different lies
like oh, someone hit me or I bumped my head into the wall
or my brother, 'cause my brother was a baby at the time,
my brother headbutt me and busted my lip.
So, that was my first kiss horror story.
Don't judge me.
- Hi, I'm Akilah, and today, I'm gonna tell you
my first kiss horror story.
In the summer going into ninth grade, I was 14
and me and my friend had gotten all dressed up
to go to the mall.
And when we went to the mall,
like I had looked at this cute boy,
and he looked back at me.
And then, so he came,
and he was like hey, can I have your Snapchat?
And I was like oh sure.
And so we started talking only for about three days or so
because he started to get really boring
and I didn't like it.
When I started my first day of ninth grade,
I had seen him again at my school.
I was like oh my God, like I just ghosted him,
now I have to see him in person.
I have to see him every day.
And then he was start kinda givin' me like looks,
and I'd be like oh, what was that for?
It was never any like verbal communication.
Until one day about like three weeks
after the first day of school.
I had yelled off the bus
and I was like hey, long time, no talk.
He was like, oh, the shy girl finally talked to me.
Text me when you get home
and I was like okay.
We started talking.
We were talking on Instagram, Snapchat,
we were FaceTiming on the phone
for the entire weekend.
And somehow, we had gotten on the topic of like kissing.
And I'd explained to him,
I never had my first kiss yet.
So he was like, oh, do you want me to change that?
And I was like, uh, sure,
but like, you know, I tried to sound like cool about it,
but I definitely didn't sound cool about it.
He was like, for sure.
Meet me in second lunch on Monday.
Of course, you know, this is my first kiss,
you have to prepare.
I was watching all the YouTube videos.
I was practicing on a glass, on my hand, on the wall.
I even tried a book, but that one didn't work out too well.
The day of I curled my hair into perfect beach waves
and the entire day, I could not sit still.
I kept looking at the clock.
Finally, in my fourth period, it was 11:56
and so, I didn't even ask the teacher, I just left.
I grabbed my backpack and I left.
I had met him, and I thought, you know,
we were gonna go straight to the place
where we were supposed to kiss,
but instead, he took me around the school
to go meet his friends.
And like, from each of his friends, he got a oh,
like a handshake, and I was like really confused,
I was like what are we doing?
And then finally, he takes me up the stairs.
It was kinda awkward 'cause we weren't really talking.
We were just kinda looking at each other.
And then I had to like start what I practiced,
you know, like I tucked my hair behind my ear like perfectly
just how I practiced.
I knew it was like that time,
'cause he started leaning in,
like I was nervous so, my thoughts started coming in.
And I was like wait, why is he so far?
He was trying to kiss me from like a foot away,
and he was leaning in slowly.
And so, I was just kinda looking around,
like my eyes are open.
I don't really know what to do.
Finally, finally, he kisses me,
and it's the worst thing ever.
It felt like a leach.
He put his tongue in my mouth
and then like sucked my lips off my face.
I remember just thinking like,
is this how it's supposed to happen?
I started kissing him back
and by accident, I stuck my tongue
in the gap of his front two teeth.
For a second, I didn't know what it was.
I was just like oh, what's this?
We kinda like stopped kissing and I looked
and I was like, and like I had realized what I did.
It didn't seem like too awkward to him
but I felt really awkward.
But I liked him so like it's not like
I was gonna just leave or anything.
And so I was looking at my phone
and I was about to text my best friend a picture
you know, just to pose and tell her
like I finally had my first kiss,
and then I look and like the foundation on my face
is kinda like splotchy.
And I look at his face, and my foundation had transferred
all over his face,
and it was so noticeable.
And so I tried like rubbing it off with my finger.
I would not come off.
So, like I had to use my sleeve
and he was like what are you doing?
I was like nothing, it's just like (laughing)
something right here,
'cause I didn't want him to know like
I got makeup on his face.
After like I had spent like 10 minutes
trying to scrub the foundation off his face,
the bell rang, and he had kissed me one more time.
He had walked me to class.
I think people could see like the little bit of foundation
left on his face, so everybody kinda knew what happened.
Then like we were still texting a little bit in class,
not like I remember going home
and all my friends were teasing me
and saying that I kissed a leach.
It was so embarrassing.
You know, we talked for a little bit more,
maybe like a month or two.
It kinda just like faded off on its own.
And that is my first kiss horror story.
(upbeat music)