Now, I was presented with Jack’s tongue, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. In the back of my head, I could hear “goin on n n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn” and I tried to mentally fast forward through the song, looking for a more appropriate-sounding lyric, maybe one that would remind me of what I was meant to do. Our lips came together, and his salty breath steamed the bottom rim of my glasses. His tongue, slimy, like a dead fish, lay there limply, unsure of what to do. We pulled apart quickly, and then tried again, not much more successfully than the first try. All I could think about was the snack his Mom had fixed us, worrying that it had lodged itself in my braces and that he was tasting it for the second time.
When we emerged from the closet, red-faced and triumphant, our friends whooped loudly enough for the parental units two floors below to holler a stern warning regarding indoor voices. It hadn’t been anything close to seven minutes, but no one seemed to notice.
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