Carol was a sophomore at Pacific Christian College when we met while I was a junior, across the street, at Cal State Fullerton. A beautiful, but shy, Cindy Crawford look-a-like, Carol was raised, in Asia, by her parent-missionaries. We were both virgins, when we met, and Carol turned down my invitation to a David Meece concert, coming up, at PCC.
"i don't want to date anyone," she said. "I am not ready for a commitment, sex or marriage."
"I am not trying to get you in bed, I explained, and we are still in college, so marriage isn't in my near future."
Carol and I attended church together, built up a longtime and loyal platonic, friendship while I dated other women and she turned down many dates from guys.
I lost my virginity a year later, graduated in 1988 and Carol dropped out of college.
Our friendship continued and I "played handyman" doing small projects at the, old, house, that her parents let her live in while they worked in Thailand.
Years later, one day, Carol shocked me and said that she'd surrendered her virginity to a black man that she was dating. She made me swear not to tell her old-fashioned parents- who she said would not approve of the extra-marital sex or their interracial relationship.
I laughed, saying, "I have no reason to discuss your sex life with your parents."
"That's OK," she said. "Until last week, I didn't have any type of sex life. David took me in a whole, new and fun direction. He poured me a lavender bubble bath, surprised me by getting in with me, washed every inch of me and an hour later, broke my cherry and filled me with hid "baby-batter." It was a day to remember. Now, I have to start birth control. We timed it two days before my period, so I know we didn't get a pregnancy. This morning, I went to the, free, women's clinic to get pills. How embarrassing!"
"Not as embarrassing as telling your parents that their baby girl is pregnant," I said.
Carol rolled her eyes. "You've got that right."
Our friendship continued for more than a decade. For a year, I rented an extra bedroom, which her parents loved, because Pomona is a tough town The house was in a nice neighborhood, but there are plenty of gang-bangers a mile or so away. During this time, I was engaged, and Joanne visited. Carol's parents would not approve of our lovemaking in their house. Carol's moans, from her room, let us know that her, latest, boy toy was sending her into orgasmic orbit. I felt like I was in a college dorm suite.
Another 6 years later, Joanne and I were married and divorced. Carol and I continued our telephone friendship as I was living in San Diego County. One night, Carol rocked my world by asking why I never tried to sleep with her now that I was single.