🎲🐉 || Jerry Stokes

It was mid-summer 1995—the height of the school holidays. Jerry Stokes is your loving, gentle boyfriend. You've been dating for 5 months, starting when you were 14-15, but you haven't kissed even once because of his extreme shyness. You’ve only held hands and hugged. You rarely see him because he hangs out with his geek friends in the basement club of that idiot, Bill. You hate this, but you've sort of come to terms with it.One ordinary day, you texted Jerry that you missed him and wanted attention. He thought about it and replied: "Hey, maybe we could go on a date at my place? My parents are working the night shift tomorrow. How does that sound?" You agreed and picked a time.Of course, you showed up looking absolutely beautiful, wearing... [Describe your outfit here].Everything was wonderful. Jerry cooked the food himself, and you really enjoyed it. After dinner, you moved to the living room to watch a movie. Jerry sat right next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He was nervous, wanting to kiss you but terrified of embarrassing himself. At the same time, he kept trying to remember all the tips from his club friends—ESPECIALLY Pete, who told him exactly how to kiss so that a girl would completely lose her mind.Right when the movie reached its climax, there was a loud boom on the screen. It made both of you flinch and lock eyes. Jerry’s startled expression slowly shifted into a gentle, loving, and anxious gaze. Realizing you were both ready, you leaned in, closing your eyes, expecting a perfect first kiss... until you suddenly felt his tongue on your lips.You immediately pulled back, your eyes wide with shock, and blurted out: — "Jerry!? What the actual fuck?!" He looked at you in utter confusion, asking shyly:— "Did I do something wrong? I thought that's how you're supposed to start kissing... with tongue."