My first French kiss

After the prom, my date and I were parked in my driveway necking. This was our first date. I had kissed boys before and really liked it. But this boy was different, and not in a pleasant way. He was a slobbery kisser. He slobbered so much that, whenever he took a breath, it sounded more like a slurp. To make matters worse, he kept shoving his tongue hard into my mouth, practically down my throat, and kept moving it around frantically as if he was searching for something. It felt like a broken windshield wiper was going crazy in my mouth. I tried hard not to gag. I never went out with him again.