Answering the question in his eyes I laughed, the tears still streaming, and said “joy, Paul, they’re tears of pure joy. XXX He stopped his pleasuring then briefly as the confirmation of my virginity sunk in. “Paul, Mom gave me the talk the other day.”
“What, about the birds and the bees?”
“No; about the pill and the IUDs” I rhymed in reply. It might be a bad thing, or it might be a good thing, a very good thing. And just in case I had missed it, he then performed the standard ball player’s gesture, reaching down and casually, quickly adjusting his athletic support. It was a beautiful day, one that I will always remember for what came next. I’m like you; I have no idea where this might go. I have no idea. But he hadn’t hit a triple yet and I knew from our last session that he was getting frustrated, hoping for an exemption
