I never saw the point in fretting over my first kiss. I honestly can't remember if it was with a boy or a girl, but I know is that I didn't care about it enough to make it a memory.
My first kiss with my boyfriend I remember though. It was me, my ex-wife, and him hanging out in his backyard after school one day, and my ex had a brilliant idea to see if I was bi, and told me to kiss him. At the time, I was in denial, trying to be straight, but truth was that I knew deep down that I was gay. He said he didn't mind, and gave me that sheepish smile of his, the same one he gave me the first time I talked to him, and I felt my heart start pounding. I closed my eyes and kissed him, and it was different. It tingled, and made me want more from him. It scared the hell out of me, and I played it off like nothing, but he knew better.
This was about 7 years ago. We just got together last May, and I moved in June. However, I feel the same as I did that day whenever I think of him, and I miss him so much that all I can think about is finding another job to move him up here with me.