“And she kissed me. But it wasn’t, you know, a friendly kiss. It was a sex kiss. I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t right, because I’m not like that, not,” she looked down, seeking agreement and confirmation from the lap of her summer dress, “a lesbian.
“But she told me to relax and lie back. And I know I shouldn’t, it’s not natural what she wanted, but I wanted it too.
“And then she put her hands up on my breasts, and her head between my legs. And kissed me, you know where.”
I said, “Yes.” I did know where.