My first kiss was last year at my parent's friends country club. I knew no one except my parent's friends son, who I let go off by himself after lunch cause I didn't want him to feel like he had to entertain me. Then I met Alex. He was really hot and really nice. I told my parents "I met some friends, I'm gonna hang out with them for awhile" when it was just Alex.
He said to me "Wanna become boyfriend and girlfriend?" Me, being awestruck, said "sure!" He pointed to his family's changing room and said "Do you wanna start over there?"
I had a thing with my first kiss. I wanted it to be perfect, with my first boyfriend at a romantic spot or whatever. I met this guy 10 minutes ago. I said to him "well, lets talk first."
We talked for a hour, and then he had to leave. He begged just to go into the room for a second, but I refused and told him I'd give him a hug. We hugged, and the next minute his tongue was in my mouth. So much for being with my first boyfriend.
But I'm glad I did, it gave me the confidence to kiss other guys this year, since the first one was in the past.
Looking back, I wish I did go with him!