Anyway, I made it through high school still a virgin, sort of. I had been fondled, kissed, and stroked many times, but I never let it go too far unless I was at home alone in my room.
The summer I turned eighteen, I decided to take a Jazzercise class to keep me in shape while I pigged out on pizza. College was three months away and I needed something to do. I had taken ballet and tap for years so I was limber enough to keep up.
The teacher, Ms. Prim was a tall, slender brunette, twenty-five years old, and a transplant from the west coast. She brought energy and fresh ideas to each class. I fell in love with her lithe movements, expressive face, and the scent of her sweat when she would hold me and show me what I did wrong. I was held, often.
You should know I never went through a stage
