Henrietta
My first girl and our sexual awakening
I was still eighteen, buzzing from those secret rides and the explosive discoveries with him, but my girlfriend—sweet, shy Henrietta with her long brown hair and curious smile—was the one who occupied my daytime thoughts. We’d been dating a few months, stealing kisses behind the school or in the park, our hands growing bolder each time. One Friday evening, her parents were out late. She invited me over, her voice tremblin...