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“I’ll never forget our times together in Mr. Botcher’s biology.” Me? I’d already forgotten everything about biology. The only good thing about it was sex-ed.
“K.I.T.” I hadn’t kept in touch with any of the people who’d be downstairs tonight.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to remember the greatest thing about high school. I remembered scrunchies and Bongo shorts and never ever taking a crap in school. The bathrooms always smelled like smoke and never had toilet paper. Yes, public school was rough. I mean it wasn’t inner-city Los Angeles tough, but it wasn’t glamorous private school either.
What is my favorite memory from high school?
I had to have one. The first time I got fingered? No, that was horrible. His name was Alan. He was in the drama club with me. We were supposed to be rehearsing for our part in Romeo and Juliet. I wasn’t even Juliet but he talked me into helping him with his lines. That was my first kiss too.
Yes, I’d already had my period and had already started having horny thoughts, but not about Alan. Still, as soon as his tongue entered my mouth, darting in and out like some sort of strange lizard, I did get turned on. He smelled of Cool Water cologne and had that awesome Zach Morris hairdo.
As things started to get hot and heavy, he pulled me into his closet. Something about the lock on his bedroom door being busted and he didn’t want us to get caught. I agreed because I didn’t want to get caught either and I’d just had my first real kiss. I wanted another one.
So there we were, in his dark closet, when his hand found its way between my legs. I’d never shaved before and I remember his finger pulled at my pubic hair and I howled in his mouth. He apologized and kept going. He had no idea what he was doing. It took him forever to actually find the spot to insert that finger. That one finger. That one finger that was almost too much finger. It hurt like hell but I’d already heard about fingering from Jill who was a year older than me. So I knew I needed to go with it.
Jill had warned me, “It’s weird at first but then it’s fucking amazing. And if he sticks a finger in your butt…jackpot!”
I didn’t want a finger in my butt. She could keep that experience for herself.
So, finally, Alan’s finger found its way to where it needed to be and pushed its way inside. He wasn’t gentle enough. I’m not sure any guy could be tender enough the first time. Once his finger got a bit wet, he really started to work it, and I didn’t know what to do. I kissed him some more and then leaned my head back against the wall. I couldn’t see shit. It was so dark in there.
Right when I collapsed into his chest, burying my face as I started to enjoy it, his bedroom door creaked open. Then came the sound of an old lady whistling and singing some oldies tune. I don’t remember which one.
With his voice so close to my ear I could feel his breath, Alan whispered, “Shh, don’t move. My grandma.”
So there we sat, in his dark bedroom closet, his finger deep inside me, as we listened to his grandmother clean his bedroom on the other side of the door. Her song changed and this one I’ll never forget. I got fingered to Jeremiah was a Bullfrog.
Alan was my first kiss and my first fingering, but he wouldn’t be downstairs tonight. He was in Jill’s class, meaning he was older than me. I doubted he’d crash the party like Jill. She was unique in her willingness to be the older slut.
Chapter 4 – Going with the Flow
Eight o’clock rolled around quickly. Jill and Ben were already half drunk. I was trying to catch up with them. I needed to have some alcohol in me if I was going to make it through the night. Lying in my hotel room, I realized my biggest worry was running into Craig Shivers. He’d been my first fuck. It was lousy, but it was my first, and it was the one heard round the world.
I’d cried during it, it hurt a lot, and I also yelled a lot. I’d been more verbal than I’d ever expected to be. Mostly because I was drunk and I was in a lot of pain. He didn’t force me. Not at all. I was the last of my small group of girlfriends to lose her virginity so I was ready and willing, but I hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. Craig was a big guy, a member of the football team, and I later found out was on a personal mission to fuck as many of his classmates as possible.
Craig 1, Mandy 0. That round definitely went to him.
After my third shot of tequila, I thought it might not be so bad to b
ump into good ol’ Craig. Maybe I could make him squeal this time. He’d created a monster in me.
I’m the Queen-motherfucking-bee now!
I’m not sure why I start talking like I’m some kind of battle rapper after I’ve had a few drinks in me. Like I’m Foxy Brown or Lil Kim or something. “Bitch I’ll destroy you!”
Doesn’t happen all the time, but when I’m nervous or in a bad mood and I’m drinking tequila…not the greatest mix. I needed to switch to rum or vodka, the come-fuck-me drinks.
***
When we reached the lobby, we found a table with rows of nametags on top. The girl behind the table looked familiar but I couldn’t quite figure out who she was.
“You’re um…” I said, hoping she’d finish the sentence for me.
She smiled and tilted her head to the side as if egging me on, daring me to make a guess. She wasn’t going to let me get away with this one. Dammit. Had we been friends? We had a large class so I had a lot of people to rifle through in my mental rolodex.
“You’re um…” I said again, snapping my fingers like that would give me some sort of edge.
“She’s Becky,” Ben said, pointing at her nametag, which was gold and wasn’t so easy to see over her brown coat.
