Classic 1970 - Jennifer part1

We could talk about anything, Amy Sue and I, and laugh,

and tell each other the latest dirty jokes

that were making the rounds at the school.

Or who was doing what with who.

Who'd gotten pregnant and had to be kicked out of school,

and who was lonely like we were because they were too shy to go on dates.

Or just too out of it.

She was my best friend, Amy Sue.

And she knew how lonely I was.

I knew how lonely she was.

Amy Sue.

Amy Sue.

It wasn't like kissing a cold flat piece of paper now, but real, living, wet, hot lips.

And they were kissing back, wetter and warmer than I'd ever imagined lips could be.

And I was getting wetter and warmer than I ever dreamed I could get.

I liked kissing him, Sue. I liked her kissing me.

I wanted more and more of it. More and more.

What memories I have of her, Amy Sue.

She, my first lover.

My first love.

She taught me what it was to be touched.

To be kissed back by something living.

Breathing.

Someone sucking the tension out of my aching body, drawing out the pain.

Someone willing to wash away the loneliness and despair.

Oh, someone hungry enough to hunger for me even as I hungered for someone.

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