FN Blog - Seven heads are better than one!

These were the words of advice my half-French, half-Pinay close friend shared with me in second year high school - she with the light brown, silky, wavy hair and a body that developed two years ahead of everyone in our class. Marie was obviously very popular with the boys. But she never hooked up with anyone our age. She went out with college guys. So cool.

I hadn’t had a real boyfriend by this time. Just “boyfriends” I talked to on the phone, exchanged letters with, and ignored when we would accidentally see each other in the mall. Marie had, by this time, French kissed, and a whole other stuff I didn’t even know could be done. Every Friday, her college boyfriend would pick her up from school with his sports car and they would go out on dates. He was tall, dark and a man, unlike all the other boys I knew.

One night, before going out to Euphoria, with Marie prancing around the room in just her panties, with her full, perky boobs bouncing around, she looked at me and asked if I had ever been kissed. I said no. She sat down beside me and looked me in the eye and said, “Just remember this, when he holds you and draws you closer, let him pull you in.” I didn’t really understand what she meant, but I said ok.

Years later, with my clumsy first try at being kissed, Marie’s big brown eyes and her words of wisdom popped up in my head. So I let him pull me in. And we’ve been together ever since.