My first "real" kiss was with Kent. How it seems my stories all come back to him.
I was 15 years old. It was June 1998. A group of us were all standing around in my high school parking lot. I forget why we were even there. Maybe a band practice or something. No clue. Anyway, we were all saying our good-byes. I was fixing to leave and Kent and I were standing there holding hands and were both trying to find the right way to go about this first kiss thing. Finally, I just swiftly leaned in, kissed him and told him good-bye. I walked away and then turned back around to him and smiled. Like.. did that just really happen?
I still tease him sometimes that I actually made the first move. ;)