I got my first kiss when I was 18 (nearly 19). It was with a guy that I've known for years, and still talk to. It's an extremely long and boring story. He's just a flake and stuff. He supposedly had a crush on me ever since we met...which was back in like, 2002. He was originally friends with my sister...blah blah. Anyway.
He told me quite a few times that he "liked" me. We're both very shy and awkward, though. So things were kind of weird as far as making the first move. He would talk about kissing me, but he knew I had never been kissed before, so he felt pressured. And his lack of self-esteem didn't help matters.
One night he came over to my house when he got off work. We just sat there and talked and stuff. He was there for about two hours. He would jokingly flirt with me, like he always did. A few days prior, he let me borrow a movie. So, the night he came over when he got off work, I told him I was done watching it and he could have it back.
When he got up to go home, he walked over to the entertainment center, picked up the movie, walked over to me and bent down to kiss me. It was so awkward! I didn't know what the hell to do. I knew that he really wanted to kiss me, but he was so uncomfortable and shy, too. He pressed his lips against mine and I basically had to do the rest, even though I had no idea what to do. It was quick and weird. But I was happy. I knew he had genuine feelings for me and I'm glad he was my first kiss.
To this day, I still feel like I'm a bad kisser. I guess I'll never know for sure since I can't kiss myself, haha. I'm so pathetic.