I totally remember the context, but I was just so intoxicated at that moment that I had an instantaneous blackout and never really internalized the moment we touched our lips.
He and I were co-workers, we were teachers at a language school. I didn't like him at first, so there was this constant teasing and picking on him going on for a couple months. Out of the blue, his personality and looks absolutely clicked with me and I just couldn't get him out of my head; that's exactly when I started taking every opportunity to have any sort of physical contact with him. For instance, I've never been a touchy person, but I'd often say I felt like hugging everybody just so that I could touch his skin and smell him. After a couple weeks, we started texting and since I'm absolutely brazen, I'd blatantly hit on him. We'd be all by ourselves at the teacher's lounge and I'd make comments about his clothes and hair. I'd even run a finger over his shirt.
One day, I was upstairs, inside my classroom. I texted him saying I needed one of his bear hugs. He wasn't even around, he stopped by the school just to see me. He went upstairs and I jumped all over him the moment he closed the door. We stayed in that position for a couple minutes before one of us came up with an idea to go to this staff-only place inside the classroom behind a steel door (that door was quite a mystery and only my classroom had it).
I had my back against the wall. I was fighting against the feeling of kissing him since I'd never kissed a boy before and I felt like I shouldn't do it. He was 100% aware of me having cold feet, but he didn't wanna fight back. He told me, "I need to kiss you." And he did. Everything after that sentence is a huge pitch black memory. I only remember pressing him against the wall and noticing we'd been kissing for over 20 minutes.
I'm not mentioning some really important background details that made our super shaky relationship last 17 months (it's still my longest relationship), but that was pretty much it.
