He wanted me to rub it against him, as if he was a girl, the
younger brother of an ultra macho I graduated from grammar school with, a sleep
over at his place first, then at mine, his parents suspecting nothing nor did the
uncles that raised me, these things done in the dead of night, amid secret
whispers and the sense we might be doing something wrong, even though I
resisted going as far as he wanted, letting him fell in the missing pieces I
ached for among the girls in junior high, pictures of that hot female science
teacher running through my head like a never ending news reel.
Just rub it against him, all he wanted, innocent enough, this
secret encounter under the covers of this broad bed, here and there, just rub
it against him, he insisted, telling me it’ll be all right, just do it this one
time and see what pops up
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