Five Years Ago-Age Nineteen
I curled up in a ball on my bed, wishing Dee didn't have a night class this evening. I badly needed a girl around. I didn't know if it was normal to discuss these things with a mother, since I'd never had one, but girls did discuss s*x with their girlfriends, right? I was just glad Daddy didn't have a treatment today and had turned in early.
How stupid of me to have romanticized the idea of s*x. There wasn't a damn thing romantic about it. I had just decided at a party tonight to go ahead and get it over with. With some guy from my English Lit class. I was sick of the virgin moniker hanging over me and the opportunity arose. Everyone else had s*x long before they were in their second year of college.
The guy, Jason, had a lot more to drink than me, but neithe
