Were those moans that I could hear in the silence of our house? No way. Sex That he’s the first guy that kiss me? I lay my head against his chest, feeling his warmth, feeling his heartbeat. This time it seemed to come more easily. I know, I know; sophomore and never been kissed? I was happy with my body and all, including my breasts, its accessories. I wondered if he felt my body trembling slightly as I pressed myself back against his thigh. Look, Paul, let’s be blunt; you’re right; I know a lot about baseball, but that’s not what I’m talking about. And as I ate my dinner I realized I held the high ground for once. So, yes, I was jealous. Within minutes, the tape still running in my mind, my body was trembling, then shaking, and finally convulsing, shaking my bed as I came to the most powerful orgasm I had, in my young life, experienced. My social milieu at that time almost seemed kind of gender neutral, although, naturally, some of our group occasionally paired off for dates but we all seemed by common consent not to take romantic relationships very far for fear of “spoiling the vibe.” We knew that if a relationship ended badly one or maybe both of the kids involved would have to find
