I was 16 working as a busboy in the children's dining room of a small hotel on the Catskills. The closest girls in age to me were counselors who were all college freshmen --- so, around 18. Since they all ate in the children's dining room, we were friendly but not in a romantic way.
Late in the summer, I was alone with one of them in a gazebo on the lawn and started kissing. SHE STUCK HER TONGUE IN MY MOUTH. Definitely a first for me and I loved it. A little later she told me I could get to third base but would never get home. I was too naive to take advantage of it and long since have realized that I should have said "if I get to third, I could steal home." She soon gave up on me and nothing more happened with her.
Funny thing is, just after that, I was with a girl my age who was staying at a nearby summer bungalow. We walked back to her place and sat talking in another gazebo outside of her place. She went in and came back out in pajamas. We started kissing and I tried my new-found skill of sticking my tongue in her mouth. She jumped up like she had been stuck by lightning and ran inside.
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