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"
