I was in 8th grade and going to Sea Camp with my class. We were driving down to the Keys and about 5 or 6 of us were in one of the chaperone's Suburban. She must've been lost in her NPR or something because I would NEVER allow this to happen in MY car. She never made a peep about anything going on in the back seat; so strange.
We were all playing Truth or Dare and someone dared a girl named Katie to kiss a guy whose name I will not mention. This was her first kiss and it was really funny. I laughed. She attacked his face. After laughing, I thought "Crap." It was my turn and I had to kiss the same guy and I really didn't want to, especially because he had just kissed someone else. I did it though and I was totally repulsed.
We almost immediately stopped at a rest stop. Katie and I ran to the bathroom and spit in the sink for about 10 minutes and screamed about how bad of a kisser he was. It was really gross.
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