Can you remember your first kiss?

Aged almost 14 - a boy with red hair called Ricky who I had fancied for ages. He walked me home, pushing his bike, and kissed my under the tree outside our house, with the bike still between us. Such innocence!

Age 15 at the Judo club. he was 15 too, and got me in a headlock and forcibly kissed me - with tongue. I bit him, and went off in a sulk. The next week at the judo club I tried a new throw on him and he fell on his head just off the mat. The ambulance came and they took him to hospital with concussion.

I was 17 before I got another kiss and it wasn't at the judo club. It was nice though - he was called David and was an architect with a red sports car.

Aw pompa, that's really sweet.

Yes, and I still see her most days, and even get the odd kiss now and then. Mrs P doesn't mind, she is very liberal about these things, we are a modern couple in that respect.

I think I was 13. His name was Bill and he was a year older than me. He was very shy and had terrible acne, bless him. I obviously wasn't as shy as him. I think he would've grown into a really nice man. Often wonder what happened to him.

Aged 17,(I was a late developer!) on an evening coach trip to Blackpool illuminations, we were all teenagers on the bus, and on the way home I found myself next to a boy named Arnold, horrible name but not bad looking, he was a lovely kisser! The rat made a date to meet me in town a couple of days later but he never turned up. So, Arnold Taylor, of Rochdale, if you`re reading this, you`ll never know what you missed out on!!

Aged 13, outside the park gates. Felt like an electric shock. Honestly! Can't remember anything about the boy except he also tried to touch my breast and I whacked him one and ran off.

Strangely, I've been thinking about old boyfriends recently – not with warm nostalgia but because I'm surprised to discover that I can't really remember most of them and most of the ones I can remember, I can't distinguish one from the other. And all that mattered so much then… First kiss – an Italian boy called Gilberto when I was on holiday. I think I was about nine or ten and it was very innocent, but I was really more interested in his older brother, a cool teenager called Carlo. However, he fancied my astonishingly beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed and rather more mature older sister.

Age 13, in the cinema, boy called John. Classic 'arm across the back of the seat' move. He wore glowingly white shirts that smelled of being boiled in Persil.

My first kiss was with a boy called Malla (Malcom) he was cool, when I told my Friend I had been kissed she asked if I had I kissed with my mouth open or closed...... closed I said and she said only baby's kissed like that