My First Lover
I was a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore in the Spring of 1964. Like many boys my age, I had a major case of insecurity, especially around girls. I had heard all the guys’ locker-room talk about what they had done with their girlfriends. All I had ever accomplished with a girl was to get a quick kiss. I guess I was a late bloomer. About a month before school let out for the summer, I obtained my first driver’s license. I bought an old car and enjoyed my first taste of freedom. No longer...
First Time