No, I refuse to make this short.
My first kiss was last year in late May. I had just started summer classes where I go now to college and at the point I had struck up a very friendly rapport with this girl who was starting that fall as a freshman (I was going into my sophomore year and was transferring). We had been chatting for hours on end on just about anything. Well anyways, I had the nerve to drive down to see her one weekend, as I was invited to a family barbecue. (she lives within the Syracuse area, and if it weren't for the fact that we spent most of the day at the Carousel Center, I would have neglected to mention where she's from, and I hail from Northern NY). I asked to hold her hand when we were in the mall, and I can recall it being one of the most magical days of my life. We looked at all of these stores, had lunch at Taco Bell, and headed home. We did a fair bit of flirting at her house and well, we were sitting on her bed, and I went to give her a peck on the cheek, and she somehow turned it into a kiss on the lips, and then a makeout session, and I'll leave it at that, except for the fact she smelt like beautiful perfume and iced coffee. In the matter of a day, I had my first kiss, first makeout session, first French kiss, first kiss in the rain (if I recall), first kiss in a car...yeah, I jumped ahead in some ways that day. Later we went to the barbecue, where her relatives were overjoyed to see me, while I was in slight panic mode. I had kielbasa and Coke, and that along with my nerves and Taco Bell, and that night my stomach was in agony. But she was by my side, making sure my stomach wasn't going to turn.
Then of course, a couple weeks later, she pulls "I'm not ready for a boyfriend" thing out of her rear, and it all went downhill from there.