When I was 14 (one year ago) I got shitfaced drunk, I’d drink with my friends before but had never got drunk like that, and on the stoop across the street from the house me and my friends were hanging out at I made out with my friend Justin.
I’d had a crush on him since the sixth grade, and it was like I had woken up from a dream. One second I was resting my eyes laying on the stoop, the next he was speaking to me sweetly (something he was extremely good at, stroking my neck and my face, moving my hair back), before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his.
He didn’t really have to sweet talk me into doing anything, I was drunk, I would’ve went along with it even if he hadn’t. All I know is that I’d always wanted to kiss him. I can’t remember the night fully, the more time that passes the more it fades, but he says we never kissed.
I remember that Thursday night on the stoop. When I got home I had my very first naughty dream, and it was about him. I know it s**** that I’m so young and this happened, I’ve made very poor decisions, but knowing that I had that night with the boy I used to think about so much is about the hottest thing ever.