You’d fancied him all summer. You were thirteen – he was fourteen. He was in Second Year and every girl at the Ceilis was crazy for him.
You were in love. You’d never spoken but had shared many a lingering look. Eventually, red of face, he asked you if you wanted to “go outside for em… a breath of air”.
Blushing, you accepted and hoped beyond hope that your spots weren’t glowing through the thick layer of Coverstick you’d applied earlier. Everyone giggled knowingly as you walked out together.
Outside he lunged frighteningly at you. There followed an overpowering wave of Lynx, a clash of braces, a horrifying bout of tongue wiggling and a lot of spit.
You both returned to the Ceili and never spoke to one another ever again.
It was brilliant.
Tell us about your first romantic encounter. Was it similar to this? I think it might have been…
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