When I was 13 years old I spent the night at a friend of mine's home. Her parents were divorced and we were at the home of her father. My friend's bed was rather small so we lay some blankets down for me on the ground to sleep on. We chatted and what not and eventually both fell asleep. During the night I was awoken by her father who proceeded to tell me that I should come downstairs where it would be more comfortable. I was quite tired and so I complied and he helped me to bring down my blankets. He was a decent looking man, I always took a platonic liking to him because he was very nice but I never envisioned anything sexual occurring between us. I suspect that at the time he was in his early 40s. Once we had gotten downstairs he arranged my sleeping items on their livingroom couch which I lay onto. He placed the last blanket over me and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. This was my first kiss ever. I was thrilled, excited, but not upset nor happy about the situation. The next day I was very concerned but eventually I got over it with out ever telling anyone who the man was. Only two of my current friends are aware of my "first kiss being with an older man" but nothing further than that despite the fact that they all know him. I never hungout with the daughter again in my life. However, her father had the most gentle and pleasurable kiss I have ever had in my entire life and the only male kiss I ever enjoyed. Even though I am definitely a lesbian I want it to happen again with other older men.