My first kiss was very sweet. I'll remember it always.
I was in sixth grade; we had just moved to town.
By late fall, I had acquired myself a boyfriend. One afternoon, he and a buddy had walked over to our house to see if we could hang out for a while. My parents weren't home, so I wasn't allowed to have company. He just stepped up into the doorway where I was standing and gave me a kiss.
It was sweet, gentle, and exactly like I expected.
I am still friends with him. We lost touch for a long time but through the power of Facebook, I found him. Actually it might of been Myspace, but whatever.
I'll always be thankful to him for sharing in a special first with me.