My first kiss was hilarious.
My boyfriend at the time lived right across from the back of my house, so we always met up and split up in the alley. One day he was going home after hanging out with me all day. I was blowing one of those fluffy dandilions you make wishes on and I closed my eyes and wished he would kiss me. As I blew the things off the dead weed some wind started to blow and blew them right back onto my lips gluing themselves to my lipgloss. At that precise moment my boyfriend at the time kissed me. We both had dandilion bullshits stuck to our lips.
He turned out to be an ass, though.
My first kiss with my current boyfriend was really sweet. We were laying in his bed talking. He had tried to kiss me a few days prior but I just kind of blew him off, we had been really good friends for a while and I didn't want to f**k that up. While we were laying there he was just telling me how much he loves me, how beautiful I am, and how he wasn't upset that I didn't kiss him back because he is just lucky to have me in his life. He told me he didn't ever want me to do anything I didn't want to do. He just wanted me to be honest with him. So I honestly told him I'd never kissed a guy with a lip ring before, and I thought he was really cute. He asked why I didn't kiss him if I was so curious and I said I was scared. He told me I didn't have anything to be afraid of, he'd never hurt me, and he kissed me.

Ever since then we've been more inseprable than ever.