Out of the closet drabble:

The darkness had swallowed them whole. It was uncomfortably warm, and it smelled like damp wool and forgotten things, and faintly of beer. She heard him breathing beside her. He's too close. No—not close enough.

His hand, when it came, was rough and hot. His mouth was a surprise—smooth and wet and tart—and so were his fingers, tangled in her hair.

This is what boys taste like. Or was it just this boy?

When the door opened, she blinked into the curious faces waiting on the other side.

One answer now, but a dozen new questions.

GoddAYUM, I love that, amy.

Oh, yes. That's a wonderful one. Very much a reminder of days past, Halloween parties at 17. Fun!

Thanks, ma'am! Just channeling my inner teen today, I suppose.

I obviously had no social life as a teenager, because I never heard of this closet game till a couple of years ago.

I'd never heard of it until today, but at seventeen, I was, er, doing other things.

Seven Minutes in Heaven, baby!

And we were, uh, a lot younger than seventeen when we were playing it...

I was about to say that, AmyLiz. I don't think I played after 12 or 13.

I was barely sentient at age 12, much less thinking of anything to do with boys.

I knew about it, but never played it, being sort of a pseudo-outcast kid until very late in high school.

(Which, just to be clear, I've gotten over--it just means I identify with Early Willow an awful lot. Now that I'm in my mid-30's, I'm working on getting over my 20's.)