1. First Night of Adulthood
Turning 18 was a greater joy for me than anything I'd ever experienced before. Even graduating from high school just 3 nights before was nothing compared to this. The day I had anxiously awaited for years was now here. I was legally an adult. I could vote, enter sweepstakes, buy lottery tickets, or do almost anything else. For drinking alcoholic beverages, & probably also for reading Playboy & Penthouse, I'd have to wait 3 more years, but neither of those appealed to me much anyway. They still don't. I prefer soda pop over beer & wine, & naked women look better in person than in pictures. The other aforementioned powers were appealing, but even more than for those, I longed to have sex with a girl with whom I'd gone steady throughout high school. She had turned 18 three months before, & we'd spent those 3 months scheming to make my birth-night really a special one.
Though it didn't occur to me then, being born on June 9 seemed to destine me to have my first sexual intercourse on my first night of being 18. I've heard of "69" as a synonym for simultaneous oral sex, & the month-day notation 6-9 spelled it out. (Another interesting coincidence, I might add, is that 1969 was the year of Woodstock, a party that teemed with music, drugs &βyou guessed itβsex; I just happen to enjoy music from that era.) At any rate, my girlfriend Heidi rang my doorbell at 7:00 that evening. Once I answered we embraced tightly & she drove me to my favorite Mexican restaurant. Even as we sat in the car, I couldn't help but notice the hem of her skirt hiking halfway up her cream-white thighs. Already I felt my heart beating fast & a hardness in my pants in anticipation of what was to come.