His friends dared us. (Probably at his request) I think we were 11, it was summer, and we were in his backyard. He was a boy I met at basketball camp. We pressed our lip together and counted to five on our hands. It tasted like red Kool aid and Cheetos. His sister got mad (jealous) because she was really into me I think. I didn't know I was a lesbian yet, but she was younger than me and wouldn't have shown on my radar anyway, but in hindsight she was way more wise to all that than I was. But he and I ditched everyone else, then spent the day holding hands, exploring the nature areas of the neighborhood, and catching garter snakes. I liked him because he let me do the "boy" stuff in our relationship. Like, he rode on my bike handlebars and stuff like that. Anyway, the kiss was basically like that first kiss scene in Love and Basketball
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