The first girl I ever kissed had feathered-back hair, a terrycloth top, and breath that smelled like Bubbalicious Ripe Raspberry. The deal went down during a game of Spin the Bottle. I spun, it pointed at her, and she pushed me down on the floor and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

She was older than me, and I was pretty young and naive at the time. I didn't know anything about tongue action, and I remember being utterly, utterly shocked that something could be simultaneously disgusting and wonderful. It confused me, and I tried to push her off, but she held me down. That was weird. I was stronger than her, and I could have wrestled her off, but I pretended not to be able to. In retrospect, I realize that the holding down part must have been fun, too.

We did this same routine several times that summer, never with the bottle, and sometimes with the holding down and sometimes not. Then she moved away, and it was a long, long time (like, years and years) before I had the chance to participate in anything like that again.

As a side note, there was no radio playing during the Spin the Bottle game, but when I think back on it, I always mentally edit in a radio playing "Pink Houses" because it was a popular song at the time, and it seems somehow appropriate.

But come to think of it, "Hurt So Good" is probably a better choice.
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