"Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were cut off ...rom the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in a personal universe no one else could enter.Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall, almost willowy body and waiting for whatever it was she wanted him to do."Here, darling," she said, handing. Certainly those beautiful underclothes were far more appealing to me than the plain white panties and maidenform bra my mom had me wearing. The knee socks I wore made me look like a 12 year old instead of my true age.During the fall of my sophomore year, I had made friends with a group of girls that were considered quite wild. There were known to smoke cigarettes and drink a beer whenever they could sneak one from there parents house. One Wednesday, Laura, the leader of this small group asked. The skirt was mainly red withlace trim. Beside the dress lay a long auburn wig and a white chiffonpetty coat. What caught my eye was three pair of lacy panties. There waswhite, pink and red all with matching lace. There was a white lace bra anda garter belt to match. Across my pillow were two pair of old fashionedgarter stockings one pair dark and the other lighter. In an open box onthe floor was a shoe box with a pair of black high heels. I guess I forgot to tell my mom that we were. Relief at last. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. He lies down next to me but doesn’t touch me. He’s out of breath too. When I glance at him I realize that he looks rather silly the way he is…pants down around his ankles. What a lousy fuck, I think. I can’t blame the guy, though. I’m his first boy, his second sexual partner altogether. He was only sixteen, I, the fourteen year old brother-fucker turned slut. +/+/+/+/+/+Marilyn Manson Concert. 9:30 Club. Bathroom. I make direct.