“Mom, please don’t make a big deal out of this,” I interrupt, rushing the words out so fast, they’re almost unintelligible. “I went after him, he didn’t know how old I was, and when he found out, he ran so fast I thought he’d break the sound barrier. And it was never more than kisses.” And groping, and one hand job that introduced me to wonders I hadn’t yet discovered in my previous fumbling attempts. But Mom doesn’t need to hear that.
Ummmm this isnt okay
