My first kiss was in freshman year of college. I had gotten out of a local Smash tournament with my friends and we had just went for sandwiches at a nearby deli. It's cold out so I start unwrapping my sandwich on a table outside when I hear from above me a resounding "GET FUCKED UP!" I instinctively move to protect the sandwich and I feel about 4 gallons of beer being poured on me. I flip off the guys 4 stories above me and move on. I'm getting incredibly tired of the conversation when suddenly the girl I just started dating texts me asking where I am and what I'm doing. I ditch my friends and we meet in my room. In retrospect she probably wanted to kiss right then, or maybe do a little more than that, but I was dense as fuck and we watched 30 minutes of V for Vendetta before she called it quits. I manned up, however, and before she left, I gave her a good night kiss, smelling like beer and everything. The next night, we finished the movie and made out with tongue for a little bit, but it didn't go any farther than that. The next morning, she told me we needed to talk, so we met at the library and walked as she told me that she was going through some insecurities, that she's not sure whether she was attracted to guys. It was getting close to the end of the semester, and she didn't want to worry about figuring that shit out right then. I'll still never know if she was being honest with me, but now she's dating some other guy and I really don't care.
Everything else happened for me during my sophomore year of college. Toward the end of the first semester, there was a freshman who rolled in to the science fiction club and gave me her number as we were about to leave. We left the meeting together, had some nice conversation, went back to my place, and watched the Truman Show. Yeah, I'm still a bit awkward here, but as we sit there, we're nestling closer and closer together. I kiss her as it ends, and she tells me it's her first kiss. After the next date, we make out and I get under the shirt for the first time. A few dates later, we're still hitting it off, and we're about to make out again. But this time she stops me. She says,
"Ok, so I want to be honest with you: when I make out with you, I imagine myself as a guy."
And I'm just sitting there, thinking this is the start of a breakup. I have no idea where the conversion is going, but before I have a chance to say anything she says, "but don't worry, I still really enjoy what we do, I just get a little uncomfortable sometimes. I just thought I should let you know before we started." My thoughts at this point are that this new development shouldn't really matter, because from my perspective she's still a great girl who likes me, and how she sees herself when making out doesn't really affect what I do. So we go through the same bases as before, but I'm hesitant to move forward because she might be uncomfortable. But then she skips a few steps, asking me if I have a condom. I do, and we have sex. I walk her back home afterward and we go "facebook official". 18 hours later, I get a text asking how I felt about the night before. The conversation leads to her telling me that she learned a lot from the experience, and that she realized she couldn't be attracted in that way to any guy. I know she was telling the truth there because in the future she became much more open about being transgender.
This has since been the only time I've had sex, and it's been about two years. I've made out with three girls since, but it never went below the belt. That doesn't mean I've been pissing about though; I've had quite a few attempts end in hilarious failure over the course of high school and college. I've learned quite a bit from all this, so I may tell the rest of my stories at some point. For now though, I'm chilling out and I want to learn more, but there isn't really anyone I'm interested in, so I'm content to wait and passively search.