I’ve always been quite shy; but secretly, very sexual. Unfortunately, I was also gifted with great social ineptitude.
I was a late bloomer. My first kiss? Junior year of college. My virginity? Senior year. But oh did I love it. I was with my first stable partner for a few months, exploring each other as she taught me how to appreciate and please her, as I did the same. And then, it was all gone…
I met my friend Melissa about a year after I moved back home, a friend of a friend. She was energetic, wild, outspoken, and adventurous. She also had a boyfriend. My relationship with Melissa was quite complex, at first mostly a meeting of the minds. We became fast friends and she suspected, correctly, that I had feelings for her. But I was trying very hard to respect the relationship she was in, and said nothing about it.
About two years after that, Melissa started having problems with her boyfriend and I was the shoulder upon which she spilled her tears and complaints. He was emotionally abusive, hot one minute, cold the next, and seemed not to care about her at all. But it wasn’t my business to tell her who she would be with.