Grandpa’s Lessons
“So, are you going to tell me or not?” Bri asked me. Again. I was sleeping in her house, that night and we were drinking tequila from a bottle her older brother had gotten her after she covered for him last month when he got home from a party completely wasted. We were both already dressed for bed, wearing tank tops and panties, my long blond hair was in a braid while her chestnut one was loose, reaching her shoulders. She wanted to know about my first sexual experience with someone. Hers happened two weeks ago with this boy from one of our classes she had gone to a date with. They went to the movies, and all that happened was mostly second base stuff, but since then she kept rattling about it nonstop, knowing …