It Was So Icky!My first kiss was so disgusting, it's a miracle I ever let anyone kiss me again. Ever. Ha. There was this boy at church; not even our church, but one close to the house. I very much remember his name, but on the off chance that he's an EPer, I'll spare his reputation. I'm hoping he's gotten much better at it by now, after all.
I was fourteen, and had visited this church a few times with my friend, all because of said boy. You know how it is at that age. And on that particular night, the "youth group" had gone on a hayride somewhere or other, which, of course, required packing us all into this church van that seated twelve but had, easily, twenty of us packed in like, well, sardines, of course.
Which is exactly what his mouth tasted like when he stuck that pointy little bird tongue in mine; unannounced, unanticipated, and unreciprocated. It was already beyond stuffy hot in the very back row of that church van; the smell and taste of his breath hung in the air like The Trinity River. I guess he felt he had to seize the moment, since we were now back in the church parking lot, and the minute someone opened the door, the lights would come on; and so he had to make his move, and fast.
All I knew is that if I didn't get some fresh air, someone would be cleaning hot dogs and S'mores and kettle corn from the floorboard, because it literally made me ill; I was fighting back dry heaves and climbing over small children in my quest for oxygen. I couldn't get off that van fast enough.
Funny... suddenly he wasn't so cute any more. And I think I broke his little fourteen year old heart, because I never went to that church again.