Love Hearts
Meg and I spent time getting to know each other. Her tongue was something else, and she smelled as good as she looked.
I was a late bloomer, both mentally and physically. Growing up never seemed to be a race worth winning in my eyes. Embracing my tomboy spirit, I revelled in fun days spent playing over the rec with my best friend, Tom, who happened to live just a few doors down. His mum used to work with mine at the department store in town, so our friendship felt timeless, as if we had known each other forever.
This meant when I was nearing the end of my senior school year, I had the shook of my life when I joined a group of girls at the end of the field who were chatting in hushed tones during the lunch break about boyfriends.
Jan had just started seeing Phil, who attended the local university, and she was explaining what happened when he put his hand down the front of her jeans and started sliding a finger along her slit.