Text conversation between myself and Cade:
*General banter and various dirty jokes*
Cade: Make out with me
Kay: Haha, good one.
Cade: No, really, would you?
Now, what, you ask, was going through my mind right then? Lots of things. Actually, a lack of things, specifically a lack of things I have done so far in my high school career. I’ve never gone to a house party. I’ve never gotten drunk. I’ve never even had a beer! And-
I’ve never made out with anyone, I confessed to Cade.
Cade: Really? Never?
Kay: Yeah, really. So maybe the next time I see you you could do me a favour and-
Cade: Okay. I’m honoured to be your first!
Fast forward a week to a campfire night at Jay’s. Everyone is hanging out in the front yard talking and getting ready to leave. I quickly slip into the backyard to “get my sweater” which I “accidentally” left by the fire pit (If I was telling this story in person, there would be painfully over-emphasized airquotes involved). Cade got the hint pretty quickly. He appeared in the yard a few seconds after me, striding deliberately forward-
-and sticking his tongue down my throat.
It was how I expected it I guess. I mean, it’s not like I ever thought it was going to be romantic, or sparks were going to fly or anything. But I was still a little bit disappointed. I thought it would be, like, sexy or something. I thought I would enjoy it at least. But it was just so awkward and foreign and I didn’t know what to do with my lips or my tongue…
I think I finally realized how bad an experience it was when it was over and I found myself wiping slobber off my chin.