My first kiss happened during summer vacation as well – not in France, but in England . I was 16 and most of my friends weren’t even virgins anymore and me, I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet and was feeling rather weird. It’s not that I hadn’t had any offers or that there weren’t any guys who would fall in love with me but somehow I always imagined my first kiss to be very special and I was actually pretty shy too. And than there were these holidays in a language school and the second evening was kind of a party to get to know each other. After some time, many people were dancing and I really love dancing and there wasn’t anybody who’d know me yet so I wasn’t dancing very shyly this time and suddenly one guy took me and pulled me into the circle of all the people dancing and so we danced some time together and he didn’t stop to tell me how beautiful I was, etc. After some time, we went out in a group and I really found it interesting to talk to all of them, they were Russians and I always love to get to know different cultures. Later, it was about midnight, we went to the beach and sat there, a little apart from all the others, me on his knies, everything absolutely dark, just the full moon shining over the water, bathing it into a glistening light, hearing nothing but the sound of sea lapping the shore and the wind whispering in the trees. And then I just felt his mouth near my ear and him whispering “Can I kiss you?”. Well, I have to admit that I really didn’t have a crush on him, I didn’t really think about what I was doing so far. But than I thought that even if the guy wasn’t the man of my dreams – who cares? It was a perfect opportunity in any case, far away from home and an absolutely perfect ambiance. So I turned around and kissed him.
It wasn’t really that exciting, he wasn’t such a good kisser and I didn’t really know what I was doing, and after a few days of “being together” I got fed up and turned him down. It was so much better when I kissed my first boyfriend three or four months later – but nevertheless, I was glad than having already gained at least some experience .

Looks like lots of first kisses happened during summer camps.

It was in 2000 in a summer camp in France (don’t know, perhaps the same Matthias went to ) and we walked around the camp during a party and sat down at an abandoned table a bit hidden and further away from the dancefloor. We talked and it got colder and colder so that he put his arms around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and suddenly we kissed… It was a tender, innocent kiss (he was 15, I was 14 years old) and while we were kissing, we could hear music from the dance floor. They played “So schmeckt der Sommer” (literally translated: This is how summer tastes) and I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true and although I never saw him again after the holidays, we still write each other emails occasionally and everytime I hear this song I think of the light-hearted and happy days we had together…

My first “real” kiss I had at age of 17, with a boy who became my first boyfriend. We had been walking a lot in the woods and were talking a lot about life, God and politics and one day, when we sat on a bench to have a rest, we kissed – but I was too nervous to enjoy it really.