First Encounters

My first sexual encounter was, coincidentally, also my first encounter with weed. It was the summer between seventh and eighth grade and one of my best friends (we’ll call her Naomi for now) came over to spend the night with the intention of us getting high as fuck on the weed she had. She knew that I had never smoked before and she was someone I was comfortable getting stupid around. So she came over that day and we spent the night in this almost-a-legit-home playhouse I have in my backyard. In the middle of the night she pulled out the weed and some papers and began to roll. She had a pretty hard time and once I understood the concept I took over. We ended up smoking 3 massive, over-filled joints that night. After we finished smoking we went back into the playhouse to hang out and somehow got onto the topic of how good at kissing we are, and ended up kissing each other to test our abilities. The kissing turned into making out, then I was on top of her while she was laying on the floor and we were fondling each other. I don’t know how it happened but it did. That was the moment I realized I might be bisexual. 

Our friendship was never the same after that and highschool ended up seperating us. But that moment started my confusion about my sexuality that lasted throughout all of highschool. 

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