Id always wanted to try it, since Id first heard about it, at least. You know, to have more than one guy at the same time. When my friend Jessie told me about it - shed seen it in a porno film that shed watched with her boyfriend - it sent a chill through me. It wasnt fear. It was more like.destiny.
Jessie said she couldnt imagine actually doing that. I could, although I didnt say so. But then Ive always been, well, sexy.
Maybe I wasnt the first girl my age to have sex, for example, but I sure caught up later. At first, like all "good" girls, I waited. It wasnt that I was "saving myself for my husband" or anything stupid like that. It wasnt that I wasnt interested, just cautious. Girls who get started too soon, who are "easy," get a bad reputation, and its hard to get your reputation back after youve lost it - like your cherry. I was too proud and too determined to be more than that. My mom and dad encouraged me to expect more. So I waited.
Until the summer after I graduated from high school, anyway. By that time, I knew I wasnt going to marry Doug, the boy Id been seeing for more than a year. He was sweet and handsome and a forward on the varsity basketball team, but. Well, he wasnt a threat to take a Nobel Prize, if you know what I mean. I was going off to college, but Doug was "going to work for a year or so first." I didnt say so to him, but I knew what that meant to me. Sayonara, Dougie-Boy. No way, Jose.
So I let him. Wed been edging closer and closer to the dirty deed, anyway, and wrestling with the concept both literally and figuratively. So, one night in mid summer - not in the back of his rusty Chevy, I insisted, but at his folks cabin near Fayette - I let him. The next week, I let him again. And every week thereafter - periods excepted - and sometimes two or three times a week, until I left for college. And several times during Tha... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
