My first sexual experience played out like Romeo and Juliet on her Verona balcony. 

The back seat was big and soft as a limousine. 

Mantovani played from the speakers. 

She whispered, “I love you, Rhett,” as my heart pounded like the Drums of Naverone. 

My hand slid between her thighs, slipping off her moist panties. 

My zipper was undone, revealing my manhood—aching for entry into this heaven called the vagina. 

My loins were screaming. 

I could hear the scream. 

“Rhett, breakfast is ready! You’ll be late for school!” 

“Okay, Mom, I’ll be down in a minute.” 

Another wet dream—fucked up.