“Oh; business cards. It was implied between Mom and I that now that I had my supply it was entirely up to me when to begin taking the pill. Porn I wanted to be, well, a woman for my first lover and I was glad that I had dressed myself accordingly as Paul took me again in his arms and repeated his earlier kiss, longer, deeper now, as his hand reached down and found my buttock, squeezed it, took the dress lightly in his hand and raised until the hem reached his hand and slid beneath the thin fabric, gliding now down the back of my thigh. I tried to keep it light and joked about how “well, this summer maybe I’ll meet someone, Mom, maybe it’ll be one of those summer romances,” and knew I’d hit the right note when she laughed. I need it too.
