Virgin Blood
Her name was Debbie. She was 15 and I was 14. We were young and lost in the throws of first love. It was the last night of summer camp, and after lights-out we both manage to sneak out and meet by the lake. She was so beautiful laying out in the moonlight, I wanted her, and I loved her. It was so uncomplicated, so simple. We snuggled together on the blanket that she had brought along, it felt so right. I told her that I loved her and she kissed me. Her lips were so soft with their...