The crazy thing about this is…
All I did was kiss her.

We had been sitting on her couch, kind of uncomfortable. The silence was louder than the gum she was chewing.

I glanced down, and saw her staring back up at me with those huge brown doe eyes. I couldn’t resist.

I kissed her.

It actually wasn’t magical. We were both lip virgins, if that says anything. It was very wet.

So now, weeks later, I get a call from her.

“Hey Johnny, um, it’s Em.”

“Hey.”

I hear a sob on the other end of the line. Generally not a good sign.

“Johnny,” her voice is wobbly, and I can tell she’s crying. “I’m…,” sob, “pregnant.”

My mind is blank. What? That’s not possible. All we did was kiss.

But it turns out she is pregnant. So crazy.

My advice for all you other teenage guys out there: don’t kiss a girl. Don’t kiss anyone, actually. What if I had kissed my mom? She might be pregnant right now. So just don’t kiss period, at least not until you’re married.

And that’s all I have to say about THAT !