by Stacey J Field

Created on: July 27, 2010

This is not the story of my first kiss, but rather the first real kiss of the boy I was in 'love' with at the time.

We were at a friends house party and it was getting late- I hadn't really drank all that much as I felt I might need my wits about me: I'd asked the boy I'd been crushing on for a while to go and he'd actually turned up, which was something I wasn't completely counting on. It seemed that for the first time in a long time that my luck was turning and things were finally going my way.

As it got later things got slowly worse, a boy decided that he was superman and tried to jump over a car and managed to break the windscreen- loads of people left, fearing the police would be called and we'd all be busted. Eventually it settled down again and we were sat in the living room, I was freezing so I went to get my coat.

Rayne (not his real name but I don't want to broadcast that), came to find me and asked if I was leaving, I told him I wasn't and that I was cold so could I please have a hug? We hugged and when we broke away he told me that my friend had told him that the only reason I'd been a little off with him before was because I was shy and nervous. He told me that I didn't have to be nervous around him as he was one of the shyest people I'd ever know.

It made me smile to hear him say that and I told him that it was because I really liked him and I didn't want him to think that I was weird or make him hate me. He told me that could never happen, we talked about lots of things, about previous illnesses, family, the works. At some point he'd pulled me into his arms and we spent 35 minutes like that, curled around each other, stood by the wall near the light switches. I remember everything, the way one of his hands was on my waist and he kept stroking my arm with the other, I had my arms around him so I could rub his back and my head was just under his chin, and when I looked up my nose dragged against his neck. I remember that when he said things that upset me I squeezed him tight, as if that would erase the things that had hurt him in the past.

At that point I'd even felt slightly grateful he was friends with who he is because it meant that I could be there in his arms. After a time he asked me if I wanted to go outside- so we did, we sat on the wall in my friends backgarden, continuing with our conversation.

Then he turned and asked me if he could kiss me, to practice for the drama we were performing for our AS level- as he

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