I never really had a great one growing up. The boy was more nervous than I and we bumped heads more than we kissed. I was embarrassed and we never tried again. My best one where I really got to make out like I wanted to was ....actually with my husband to be. After we had been dating a few weeks he kissed me . I liked it and wanted more but he had to catch a flight. So when I finally got him to myself on a Saturday , I asked him if he would do me a favor. He asked what. I told him I had never made out before , and I wanted to with him. No judging , just pucker up and shut up and let me have my way. He agreed. The only thing wrong with it was that I was still clinging to my virginity and I wasnt ready to lose it just yet. I was afraid. So it ended with both of us very uncomfortable that it was ending. Thankfully he stuck with me till I was ready. But we still have little make out sessions, and in that way he was my first real kiss.