INTERLUDE II: TAPESTRY OF LOVEAlden Armstrong. Two years older than me, even though he was a sophomore the same year I was a freshman. The reason for the gap wasn’t something he talked about. At least, not right away.
Anyway, my first time, my first times, sexually, were with Alden. He’d started things so casually, September of my freshman year.
"I’m asking if you’d like to f**k," he’d said across a café table from me. He wasn’t looking for romance, he’d said, just a f**k buddy.
The s*x hadn’t started right away; he hadn’t realized I was a virgin. But before too many more weeks had gone by, I’d decided I was ready, and he was still interested.
I learned a lot from Alden. I learned what it felt like to have a man, with a man’s strength and a man’s immediacy and a man’s insistence, hold
