Molasses & Peaches

Tony, the girl next door that got naked with my brother in a closet and told me not to tell anyone.

Vanessa, a girl down the street that smelled like grape bubble gum and cotton candy. She liked to touch me in places she wasn't supposed to.

Mandy, the girl in class that snuck under the table just to hold my hand, spurring a strong erection that kept me under that table longer than I should've been.

Jessica, a girl that was best friend's with my sister. She danced in sequins on stage and flirted with her eyes. She trapped me in the curtains backstage once and grabbed my crotch. Then she ignored me.

Erin, another friend of my sister's. She was sultry and sassy. She looked at my pants more than at my face. We got naked once, her vagina smelled like sweet molasses and peaches on my fingers.

Jill, the girl who wrote me sweet letters, ending in 'just peachy.' We danced together at a school dance. That same night she took a bottle of aspirin and slit her wrists. She wasn't the same after that, however alive.

Nancy, a frigid, repressed prude of a girl who needed nothing more than a forceful boy to take her V card. That boy wasn't me.