“I’m all right, but I have to ask you some questions so I know I did it right.”
Over eggs that looked as though the chickens rejected them, she began, “Is it always such a mess? You know, when I stood up all this stuff ran down my leg. Larry said it was sperm. It was so disgusting I nearly barfed.”
“You get used to it.”
“Yech. And another thing—what am I supposed to do during all this, lie there? I mean, what do you really do? There they are on top of yousweating and grunting and it’s not at all like I thought.”
“Like I said, you get used to it. It isn’t very mystical if that’s what you’re waiting for. I’m not an expert or anything, but different people are different. Larry may not be the hottest lay in the world, so don’t base your judgment on his one performance. Anyway, they’re supposed to get technically better as they grow older. We hit them at that awkward age, I guess.”
“That’s not what the medical book says. It says they reach their prime at eighteen and we reach ours at thirty-five. How’s that for timing? It’s all so ridiculous. You and Connie must think I’m a real spastic.”
“No, you take it too seriously, that’s all.”
“Well, it is serious.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s a big dumb game and it doesn’t mean anything at all unless you get pregnant, of course. Then it means you’re screwed.”
“I’ll try. Hey, you want to go drinking Friday?”
“Sure. What about Connie?”
“She has to go to some journalism conference in Miami for the weekend.”
“Okay, so it will be the two of us.”
Friday night we went to the children’s playground at Holiday Park. No one came there late at night, and the police patrols were too busy beating the bushes and their own meat to harass the playground. I didn’t really like drinking so I took a few swings to make it look good, but Carolyn got blasted. She slid down the fireman’s pole, played on the swings and discarded variouspieces of her clothing at each go round. When she got down to her underwear, she made a beeline for the grounded blue jet and crawled in the open tail to the fuselage. She stayed in there making airplane sounds and showed no sign of giving up her piloting. I crawled in after her. It was a tiny, narrow space so I had to lie down next to her.
“Carolyn, maybe you should join the Air Force when you graduate. You’ve got the sound effects down pat.”
“Whoosh.” Then she leaned up on one elbow and asked in a coy voice, “How does Clark kiss you?”
“On the lips, where else? What do you mean how does he kiss me? What a dumb question.”
“Want me to show you how Larry kisses?”
Without waiting for my sober answer she grabbed me and laid the biggest kiss on my face since Leota B. Bisland.
“I doubt he kisses that way.” She laughed and kissed me again. “Carolyn, do you know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I’m giving you kissing lessons.”
“I’m very grateful but we’d better stop.” We’d better stop because one more kiss and you’re going to get more than you bargained for, lady. Or maybe that’s what you are bargaining for?
“Ha.” She dropped another one on me this time with her entire body pressed against mine. That did it. I ran my hands along her side, up to her breast, and returned her kiss with a vengeance. She encouraged this action and added a few novelties of her own like nibbling my sensitive ears. By this time I began to worry about beingin the tail end of an old blue jet in the middle of the children’s playground in Holiday Park. Carolyn had no such worries and threw off what was left of her clothing. Then she started taking off mine and tossed them up in the cockpit. If I was worried, I got over it. All I could think about was making love with Carolyn Simpson, head cheerleader and second-year chaplain of Ft. Lauderdale High School—and a cinch for prom queen. We were in that plane half the night coming in the wild blue yonder. I know we
Over eggs that looked as though the chickens rejected them, she began, “Is it always such a mess? You know, when I stood up all this stuff ran down my leg. Larry said it was sperm. It was so disgusting I nearly barfed.”
“You get used to it.”
“Yech. And another thing—what am I supposed to do during all this, lie there? I mean, what do you really do? There they are on top of yousweating and grunting and it’s not at all like I thought.”
“Like I said, you get used to it. It isn’t very mystical if that’s what you’re waiting for. I’m not an expert or anything, but different people are different. Larry may not be the hottest lay in the world, so don’t base your judgment on his one performance. Anyway, they’re supposed to get technically better as they grow older. We hit them at that awkward age, I guess.”
“That’s not what the medical book says. It says they reach their prime at eighteen and we reach ours at thirty-five. How’s that for timing? It’s all so ridiculous. You and Connie must think I’m a real spastic.”
“No, you take it too seriously, that’s all.”
“Well, it is serious.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s a big dumb game and it doesn’t mean anything at all unless you get pregnant, of course. Then it means you’re screwed.”
“I’ll try. Hey, you want to go drinking Friday?”
“Sure. What about Connie?”
“She has to go to some journalism conference in Miami for the weekend.”
“Okay, so it will be the two of us.”
Friday night we went to the children’s playground at Holiday Park. No one came there late at night, and the police patrols were too busy beating the bushes and their own meat to harass the playground. I didn’t really like drinking so I took a few swings to make it look good, but Carolyn got blasted. She slid down the fireman’s pole, played on the swings and discarded variouspieces of her clothing at each go round. When she got down to her underwear, she made a beeline for the grounded blue jet and crawled in the open tail to the fuselage. She stayed in there making airplane sounds and showed no sign of giving up her piloting. I crawled in after her. It was a tiny, narrow space so I had to lie down next to her.
“Carolyn, maybe you should join the Air Force when you graduate. You’ve got the sound effects down pat.”
“Whoosh.” Then she leaned up on one elbow and asked in a coy voice, “How does Clark kiss you?”
“On the lips, where else? What do you mean how does he kiss me? What a dumb question.”
“Want me to show you how Larry kisses?”
Without waiting for my sober answer she grabbed me and laid the biggest kiss on my face since Leota B. Bisland.
“I doubt he kisses that way.” She laughed and kissed me again. “Carolyn, do you know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I’m giving you kissing lessons.”
“I’m very grateful but we’d better stop.” We’d better stop because one more kiss and you’re going to get more than you bargained for, lady. Or maybe that’s what you are bargaining for?
“Ha.” She dropped another one on me this time with her entire body pressed against mine. That did it. I ran my hands along her side, up to her breast, and returned her kiss with a vengeance. She encouraged this action and added a few novelties of her own like nibbling my sensitive ears. By this time I began to worry about beingin the tail end of an old blue jet in the middle of the children’s playground in Holiday Park. Carolyn had no such worries and threw off what was left of her clothing. Then she started taking off mine and tossed them up in the cockpit. If I was worried, I got over it. All I could think about was making love with Carolyn Simpson, head cheerleader and second-year chaplain of Ft. Lauderdale High School—and a cinch for prom queen. We were in that plane half the night coming in the wild blue yonder. I know we
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