i was twelve. i was juiced up on soda, i was sweaty from rough housing, i was wearing a weird olympics shirt, i was at a house party at my friend jeff's house. Kori Seliger. Wow. Kori Seliger.I thought she was beautiful. Notes had been exchanged, hypothetical situations had been posed, and it looked very possible that i might kiss her at this party, which nothing would have made me happier.
i practiced at home by kissing my hand, my pillow and my door frame. scenario after scenario after scenario, it was fantastic: this overwhelming feeling of clandestine pleasure of which i knew nothing of. i even felt up my pillow case. fantastic. god, sex was so much more interesting then.
have i mentioned that i love your web site? i found it by accident when i was going out with a jenny miller and searched her for the hell of it. now i check in on you every so often.
so the night was getting late and peoples parents where coming to pick them up, and politics and negotiations were flying around the room until one of Kori's friends came up to me and asked if i wanted to take a walk with Kori. I said i did. it was intense.
we did kiss, and it was pretty good. i felt that i missed something, it was over too quickly without enough information exchanged. just pursed, still lips pressing into one another for like 45 seconds. i went back the next day and stood in the same spot and found it was still a little electric.
i think everyone should rent the documentary Heavy Petting if only to hear
spalding gray talk about dry humping experiences.
