Sixty-one

PATTI

They lost their virginity on the faux leather seats of a ’72 Cutlass at The Midsouth Fair.  The boy had a cast on his leg. The cast made it hard to get his pants down, but she helped him until he was free.

A little gasp of air escaped her lips when he entered her, and he smiled as he sucked it into his mouth like a shotgun hit.

It ended within minutes, and then she cried.

What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Something’s wrong.”“Do you love me?”

“I love you more than anything.”

“Promise.”

“Promise.”

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