Kissing the Enemy

[teh_mad_bomber]

I'm not the sort to kiss and tell. Partially because I'd never done it before. The 'kiss part'. But even if I had done it thousands of times, I probably wouldn't tell anyway. I'd never let a guy come within kissing distance of my face. I always figured I would break down eventually. But not with 'The Enemy'. The enemy is actually Lucifer himself

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[confliction]

My first kiss was the result of being used as a patsy for a guy who wanted to truly get rid of a girl before he went to Uni, possibly avoiding his fears of her potentially harassing him from afar... or something. I'm still piecing it together even today... i didn't know any of them and still don't to this day. I was invited out by him at work, only to get drunk for probably the first time too and be led on an adventure, of sorts, through the labyrinth of tricks they had planned for that night. The kiss was the result of a game planned by a couple who seemed to be orchestrating the event. The conditions of the game i'm a little fuzzy on... something to do with closing your eyes and choosing a girl somehow... needless to say i ended up kissing the 'wrong' girl, to which my 'opponent' congratulated me, looking very pleased with himself, having kissed her best friend (who looked shocked with herself). My 'partner' spent the rest of the night sobbing and confiding in what i take to be a neutral party (some fat guy), while i spent the rest