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>be me, age 16, summer camp
>camping out under tarps in a field after a short hike down a road
>in a tent with a girl named Korrie L. and my counselor at the time, Dave S. (Dave and I are still friends now, more than 20 years later)
>Korrie and I talk for hours, then make out for a long while, all very innocent; that was my first kiss
>very cute girl, short brown hair, freckles, twinkling eyes, very genuine, great laugh
>we keep in touch after camp ends, she mails me a box covered in stickers with random stuff in it, that sort of thing
>off to private school; we call and talk to each other every once in a while (late 1990s, so on a landline in the dorm)
>one day, she calls me and tells me she was raped by several black men at a hotel
>Being a 17-year-old boy at the time, I didn't really know what to say or how to deal with it >we never call each other again
>last I saw of her (searched her name in a search engine a few years later out of idle curiosity), she was in a campus newspaper photo protesting/picketing something
>summer camp closed down recently due to the pandemic
That was my sexiest /out/ moment, first kiss, how I lost my innocence, and also why I've never relaxed since.
