This turned out very long, because I like details and explanations. Oops. o_o xD
Mine was last summer. June 25th. The same day Michael Jackson died, haha. =P I was 15, my boyfriend 14. My boyfriend and I got together on the 20th, so we were together for 5 days. It was his mom's rule that he had to be off the computer at 11:30, so I was still up around 1, and I left the computer to go do something. When I got back I saw that he messaged me on Skype. I was like "Huh? Weird, he isn't supposed to be on this late." The message said something like "Hey, come by my house around 2 if you can tomorrow, okay? Goodnight... I love you." And he signed off before I returned. That was the first time he ever told me he loved me, and I was a little bit weird about it. It was waaaay too early in the relationship to really love him, but I was kind of touched by it anyway. But also scared crapless. Somehow after that I just knew that he was going to kiss me when I went over. Any other day we would have just discussed seeing eachother later that day and then we'd go meet up in a little while. He had to have something important planned if he had to sneak on that late to make sure I knew to come.
So that day I also had plans to go to my best friend, Steph's, house and go swimming with her and our friend, Sheila. I went over around 12:30 and told them all about it, and they agreed with my theory. A little bit before 2 I started walking to his house, my heart beating out of my chest. When I got there he greeted me and hugged me, and asked if I wanted to watch a movie or something. So I explained that I was supposed to go back to Steph's house with them, and I couldn't just abandon them. I guess I kind of expected for him to kiss me, and then tell me to leave. xD Haha, I dunno. So I got Steph's permission to bring him to her house so he could swim with us. It was a real good day, and we all had a lot of fun. Then at 5 he had to go back home because his dad would be picking him up so he could go to his house for the weekend. Me, Steph, and Sheila were going to go to Wendy's when we parted ways.
So we stood out front of Steph's house on the sidewalk while I hugged him goodbye. We were both soaked, I was wearing an over-sized T-shirt, my hair was a wreck, and I didn't feel very attractive at all. xD Before he left he said "Give me a kiss," with a smile. I was terrified, but it was just automatic and I didn't really have to think about what I was doing. It was a simple peck on the lips, but it was great, and sweet all the same, and at that moment I actually did feel beautiful, and thrilled, and happy to be alive. We were eachother's first kiss, and from there we became more comfortable with eachother, and learned the ropes to how all of this romantic stuff works. We're still together today and we've been together for a year now. And a month. (=