Well, looking back, it had to be the wine.
I mean my friend Sherry and I were sitting in my apartment, talking about this and that, when the conversation turned to men. Sherry, who carries her gym shaped body well and looks must younger than her 45 years, had recently divorced for the second time.
"Maybe the third time will be the charm," said the woman with an infectious smile. We laughed about that a bit. I've never been married, but have been engaged twice and lived with several guys over the years. I'd been "with" my former boss -- married of course -- for years, and we still fool around from time to time.
Sherry thought that was awesome and awful at the same time. So wrong, yet do right.
In any event, we were drinking and talking and talking and drinking and soon the wine got the best of our inhibitions as we started talking about the relationships we'd had, the pros and the cons, and crossed the line over to sexual innuendo and then real stories. It was quite free talking about intimate details of things, and arousing as well.
Along the way we got into a truth or dare situation, where Sherry gave the truth about giving a blow job outside a bar to a guy, she met that night. I gave the truth story about Lin and I having sex along a riverbank only to be caught in the act by a couple fishermen. Embarrassing!
Along the way our conversation turned to our high school years and our preliminary playing with guys. Before full blown sex, worrying about pregnancy and being branded sluts and all that. It was a different time and a different place, and in our drunken state we related all kinds of intimate details of our lines without threat of repercussions that would embarrass us in polite society.
Sherry was a high school cheerleader, and as she tells it, she and her senior buddies (all 18 years of age) were still virgins. They were the Brat Pack of the school, pushing the envelope numerous ways imaginable.
"Remember, it was a time when naughty girls who got knocked up were sent away. Birth control was coming into its own, and our parents "protected" us to the nth degree," said my friend with a laugh. "Prior to every date mom would tell me to behave, keep my legs close together (!!) and not to anything stupid."
And the story continued.