Eighteen and never been kissed, Ha-ha-ha that must be somebody else's story. Well, they got the eighteen right anyways, or I once was. The never been kissed was over ten years before my eighteenth, and almost everything else has happened since then.
l don't like the terms whore or easy, after all, it takes two right? And my hand to... l never had a one-night stand, not unless my husband was there also. But l still remember what my grandmother told me when l was young "your life is yours, don't let others run it" I take pride in following that advice so think what you may.
Eighteen and soon l would be off to college and although I took my studies seriously l planned on having as much fun as l could also. l was especially excited to join a sorority, l swung both ways but with a tilt toward fellow females. l mean they're softer, sweeter, prettier, and far less hair, yuck.
It was a couple of weeks before l left, a lazy day with just me and my mom in the house. l guess that was why she did what she did, her last words of advice. Somehow when she called me from her bedroom l knew what was coming, l dragged my feet all the way there, and when l got to the door l had one word for her "What?"
She asked me to come and sit by her, which l did reluctantly. She grabbed my hand and said "You will be leaving for college soon and l want to talk to you before you go"
"Shit mom, do we have to do this?"
"Yes, it might not be important to you but it is to me"
"Okay, let's get it over with"
She made me look into her eyes, only then would she start. "Honey you are eighteen now, so an adult. And college is the stepping stone for the rest of your life"
"l know, l know, mom"
Mom shook my hands to get my attention again. "Listen to me!" She then took a deep breath. "l want you to make good grades, but also have the time of your young life!"
"What, what did you say?"
"you heard me, have fun, have sex, and don't be afraid to experiment"
"Who are you and what did you do with my mom?"
"Honey it's me and I'm serious"
Mom took another breath and unloaded her soul. Sweetie, l was you. l mean l was your age once and I did what l thought others expected from me. I'm not saying l don't love your dad or that l wish things would be different. l love my life now but l missed so much getting here.
You can have fun and get here, or whatever your (here) means to you. Do you know l always wanted to kiss a girl?
"Kiss a girl mom really?"
Well you know what l mean, don't make this harder than it is already.
"Sorry mom, go on"
There are plenty of things l regret l missed but (okay) not being with another girl is the one thing that hurts the most.
"But why didn't you tell dad, guys are into that stuff big time"
Your dad would never go from such a thing, he makes love to me with his boxers on for heaven's sake. And how did you get so worldly?