Locked out (thankfully)
I was 13. He was the same age. We had been in a summer science enrichment program at Louisville Male High School and we had been flirting (or the preteen equivalent) all week long. On the last day of the program, we were walking and talking and he pulled me into the back stairwell and kissed me lightly on the lips. My stomach flipped. Then we went out the back door and promptly got locked out of the building. We had to walk the whole way around. I was secretly glad that we were locked out.
What was your first kiss?
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