When Joan Baez finishes her set with the gospel song "We Shall Overcome," I offer a standing ovation.

The song has become the anthem of the civil rights movement, and Baez is known to sing it at anti-Vietnam rallies. It sends a message of strength and courage, reminding us that we will make it through our hardships.

She's fighting the establishment and using her angelic soprano voice to spread her message.

Her activist energy is contagious.

When the light of the stage dims for the night, Elaine, Rose, and Mike head back to camp. Bobby and I are left behind to finish the bottle of Boone's Farm.

The grounds are now scattered with hundreds of bonfires, making the clearing look like flickering fireflies are taking over. Hundreds of guitars are strumming, and even though they are playing different tunes, they all merge into one beautiful song.

I stay wrapped up in Bobby's arms, resting my head against his shoulder. We continue to drink from the bottle, passing it back and forth, enjoying each other's company.

One thing I really enjoy about Bobby is that we always have something to talk about. Currently, he is telling me what life in the city is like. With each of his words, my excitement for college grows.

"You know," Bobby starts. "Your dorm is only a few blocks from mine."

I turn to look at him and scoff. "That's unfortunate. I guess I'll have to spend time with you."

Bobby playfully pinches the side of my stomach, one of my many ticklish spots. A roar of laughter explodes from my chest as I squirm to get away. When I reach my feet, Bobby holds out his hand and gestures for me to sit back down.

"Come back." His voice is laced with amusement. When I point my finger at him, he puts his hands up in submission. "I won't do it again."

"You better," I say before Bobby pulls me towards him. I let out a girlish giggle as I fall to his lap.

His playfulness makes me feel like I could fly, weightless and free.

I'm falling in more ways than one.

The rain comes down harder with each passing minute, causing Bobby's hair to cling to his face. I reach out and brush it to the side, away from his eyes. He doesn't say anything as he stares into my soul.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah." A smirk pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. "It was just something Rose said."

When I think about my wacky friend, I chuckle. "Well, she tends to say a lot."

Bobby nods in agreement before saying, "Um, well, this is more about what she said about us." He laces our fingers together before pressing a light kiss to the top of my hand. I think I know where this conversation is headed, and my heart rate quickens, slamming against my ribcage. "I know you just got out of a long-term relationship, and I don't know if you're ready for another, But—"

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I rub along the short hairs at the base of his neck and say, "I'm more than ready, Bobby."

"Are you sure?" The light from the surrounding fires flashes against his face, highlighting his sharp features. He looks deeply into my eyes as if searching for my answer. "We can take it slow if you want."

"Bobby," I sigh. "You were the first guy I ever liked. Trust me when I say that I want this. You're amazing. You're sweet, compassionate, and you make me smile. I'm lucky to have you."

"God, I love you. I know you're not there yet, but it feels so good to finally be able to say it."

His words leave me breathless and unable to respond.

He's right, I'm not in love with him, but I am definitely smitten.

I don't know how to express my feelings verbally, but I could show him.

When I lean in, Bobby's eyes flicker to my mouth, and I can't help the wide grin that fans across my face.

This is it.

When our lips finally meet, my heart breaks into song. Bobby's rigid body begins to relax, and he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me closer. The kiss is slow and intense, like years of built-up emotion falling from each of us into the other. The faint taste of strawberry wine that lingers on his lips adds extra sweetness to this beautiful moment.

I take the lead and trace my tongue against his bottom lip. Without hesitation, he grants me entry allowing us to deepen our connection.

Bobby's hand finds its way under my shirt, rubbing his fingertips against my damp skin. I release a moan into his mouth, relishing in the sensations spreading across my skin.

The rain continues to fall around us, dripping down our bodies as we continue to explore each other. My breasts push into Bobby's hard chest as I adjust myself. Bobby lets out a sexy groan, and I almost lose all control.

I am in a complete haze, and it's not from drugs or alcohol. I'm addicted to Bobby Walker.

I want more.

My fingers grip the hem of his shirt, and when I begin to pull upwards, Bobby breaks our kiss and looks at me like he wants to devour me.

Please do.

I toss his shirt to the side before reaching for the bottom of my own and pulling it over my head. Bobby scans my body, and I feel no need to hide it. He slides his hand up my side but stops before reaching my bra. "You're so beautiful."

"You're not so bad yourself," I say with a playful smile.

Bobby leans in and begins to kiss along my collarbone, and my head falls back in pure bliss. He stops below my ear and whispers, "Will you go out with me and be my girl?" He then gives my earlobe a playful nip before circling his tongue around it.

My breaths come out in short pants as he continues to pepper kisses along my body. "Winnie, please be my girl."

When he makes his way down my chest and to the swell of my breast, my mouth falls open. "Yes."

"Yes, what, Winnie?"

"I'm yours, Bobby." I grab Bobby's face and cup his cheeks with my hands. Even with only the glow of bonfires, Bobby's hazel eyes sparkle as bright as the sun. "I want to be your girl. "

Time stands still when Bobby crashes his lips onto mine, this time with pure passion. Our tongues dance in unison, desire radiating between us.

Bobby's hand tangles in my wet hair, sending waves of pleasure to my core. I begin to explore his well-defined chest, and every time I move lower, his muscles clench beneath my fingers.

When I pull away, Bobby and I are both left panting and trying to catch our breath. Just knowing I did that to him has me place one more peck on Bobby's perfect pink lips.

Raindrops have turned the once-green field to mud, and it's our cue to leave. "I think we should head back."

"Yeah," Is all he says as he bobs his head up and down.

Our blanket is now drenched and weighs an extra fifteen pounds. Bobby and I work together to wring out the excess moisture, but there is no point because the rain continues to pour down on us. We do a quick scan of the area and make sure we pick up everything we brought with us.

Bobby and I walk hand in hand, trying hard not to get stuck in the sludgy mud. Every time we look at each other, my stomach flutters and a broad smile pulls at the corners of my lips.

When we finally return to the tents, the others have gone to bed. Bobby tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. The action is so simple but causes my knees to go weak.

"This has been the best day of my life, Winnie." Bobby leans down and kisses me again. Short and oh-so-sweet. "I'm officially yours."

"The music wasn't quite bad either, eh?"

Bobby tickles my side, and when I laugh, he silences me with another kiss. "Goodnight, Winnie."

"Goodnight, Bobby."

He begins to back away but points down to my foot. "Take that bandage off. I don't want it to get infected."

Even with everything that had happened today, he still remembered my darn foot. His thoughtfulness makes me smile. "Okay."

Elaine's light snores greet me as I enter the tent. As soon as I close the zipper, my fingers trace my plump lips, thinking about tonight.

By far the best first kiss ever.

I pry off my wet clothes from my shivering body and toss them in the corner. Now that I'm away from the bonfires and Bobby, the temperature has dropped twenty degrees. Even under my covers, I shiver.

Sleep is calling, but my reality is far better than my dreams could ever be. When I finally close my eyes, visions of mine and Bobby's future dance in my head.