It was a little awkward because I knew he wanted to kiss me. My boyfriend invited me over to his family's annual Fourth of July party.Finally he stopped talking and said, "OK, I'm just going to go for it," and kissed me. I could tell he wanted to kiss me the whole night, but he didn't actually do it until right when I was about to go home.
I was so happy and in a daze that I tripped down the stairs when I walked to my car! We were both so nervous that it took the whole day for it to actually happen!" — "My first kiss was when I was 13 years old with the guy who is still my boyfriend two years later! Then, he stopped walking and put his arms around my waist. My crush and I both liked each other—I was hoping he would be my midnight kiss! We were both searching for each other in a room full of people. We were sitting next to each other and he whispered my name. He just put his arms around me and smiled." — "My first kiss was freshman year with my boyfriend.