Considering how inexperienced we both were, I suppose it went pretty well. We 'saw' each other for a little while, but not long. He lived down the hill from me. I think he moved shortly after that.
For a long while, I described it as kissing a wet sock. It seemed like his biggest interest was seeing just how far down my throat he could get his tongue.
In retrospect though, I'm quite a bit kinder. I mean, really, what does a boy in 7th grade know about kissing? I'm sure that his technique has improved since then. I know mine has.
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