I grew up in a rural farming community, where you had mostly the same classmates the whole time you were in school, and you probably married one of them. Even if you went to college for an Ag degree, or Business, or both, you likely came back to the family farm, married a sweetheart and worked the land.
Throughout high school I had dated Vicky off and on, but we drifted apart and I spent most of my last semester and the summer before college seeing Alice. Alice’s dad worked for the Department of Agriculture, and she had only been at our school for 3 years, starting her sophomore year. She was accepted by everybody, but was a slight outsider. But she and Vicky were friends, and we hit it off.
The two were close, but there were some distinct differences between them. Vicky was an amazing lover, and I appreciate that more now looking back than ever. She knew what she wanted, and what felt good, and she let you know. She wasn’t timid at all, but also not judgmental. She was very sexually mature for her age.