“Hey beautiful, how are you?” he texted back.“Okay and you?” I said.“I am okay I miss seeing your face though. What are you doing tomorrow? ...ant to hang out?” he said. “Nothing; sure. Where at?” I replied.“My place?” he asked. “Sure. What time?” I asked. “Noon?” he said.“See you there,” I said. “Looking forward to it,” he replied. “Me too, so what you want to talk about?” I asked. “Do you like sex?” he asked to my surprise. “Sure I guess, but I have only had 1 partner, how about you?” I. If I’d tried to do that, we both would have both been drenched in wine.Then she seemed to decide. She took my glass and carefully set it on the coffee table. She turned and slid crossways, facing me. She threw her arms around my neck and raised her lips for our first kiss. And that was the predicament.I’m not bad looking, tall, blond and well-built. So, you’d probably wouldn’t guess that I was a twenty-one-year-old virgin? But as I said, I was either studying, or swimming and I am not the most. Ms. Bordon started a lecture again and I stared at the back of the room in shame. "Jeffrey, look at me when I'm talking to you." Reluctantly, I turned around and Ms. Bordon got a look at me. She saw the shame on my face and then she looked down. Her big red lips formed an O as she stared at my crotch. Unconsciously, she ran her red nails across her collar bone. "Oh, Jeffrey, don't be embarrassed, this is common for children your age." I'm not a child." I shot back with fury. The shame. "Why do you ask that?" Annie asked in turn."When you ordered your drink, you automatically showed your ID," Camille explained. "That usually indicates a student, or at least someone who just got over being one." Oh, well I'm in my senior year over at State," Annie said with conviction."Okay," Camille replied in a tone that said both that she didn't believe her, nor did she care.Annie wasn't sure what to ask in turn so she just concentrated on finishing her drink."Do you have a girlfriend?".