We met at the end of my sr year in high school. He lived next door to another guy whom I had made out with a few times, they were best friends. Turned out the first guy had a girl friend who was in france for the semester. That was a nice surprise when she came back.

Even though it was over with the first guy I still hung out at his place every chance I had. A big group of us spent the spring hanging out in the back yard using the hot tub and having bon fires.

My crush was a year younger than most of us and very shy. I think it was his shy awkward personality along with his glasses that made me develop a crush on him. His friends could tell I had a crush on him and one night they all quietly went into the house and left the two of us alone outside.

We laid down on the trampoline, it was a mild spring night and the sky was clear with stars shining brightly. I could tell he was nervous and to be honest I was a little too. I knew that if I didn’t make the first move that he never would. I took a deep breath, leaned towards him and gave him his first kiss.