I could hear moaning coming from upstairs. I slowly and quietly walked upstairs, the door to my mom's room was open and there they were, on her bed, m...ssionary style, half under the covers. His pants and boxers were thrown on the side of the bed along with my mom's shorts and panties.I was full of different emotions, I was angry, jealous, but also really turned on. I thought it was hot my mom was under the covers having steamy sex with someone less than half her age and that my friend was so. She pulls me into an alley between buildings. Her friends don’t notice. She presses her back to the brick wall and beckons with her finger. We kiss.“I miss you,” she said.“Does that mean you’re staying over?” “Let’s see how the night goes. But it seems likely.”Hours later we are in my room. My roommate is snoring in his bed. Her friend is asleep in mine. Meg’s clothes are folded neatly on a dresser. She’s wearing one of my shirts. It barely covers her dark blue panties.We can’t stop. Now I mean to tell you that when a man is driving a garbage truck he is doing a thinking man's job. Just imagine if you had some ignorant and semiliterate Arkansas red neck hillbilly, zoned out of his mind on uppers and corn whiskey picking up your trash. It would be downright scary.One or the other is okay, if you're man enough to handle the overload on your nervous system, but never both at the same time. (Or at least not too often.) Too much of two good things is just courting trouble is my. In order to guarantee peace in the family, I didn't dare to flirt back or, God forbid, take any of them up on their offers. I was tempted but held my ground. Jen didn't mind the flirting because she noticed, early on, that after they left she would get a session of love making that would leave her totally wasted.On one of the sleepovers I was eves-dropping on a conversation the girls were having. They were having an intimate conversation about their relations with boys. The subject of virginity.