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Show Motherlunge a novel 2. Two on One I lost my virginity under a skylight, under a sweating boy, an arms-length away from a bust of the great inventor, Benjamin Franklin, who from his perch on the nightstand seemed to stare through his spectacles at my recent discovery: a stack of pom magazines, back issues, circa '79. Adam kept them underneath his bed, and while he was down the hall slamming drawers in his parents' bathroom looking for condoms, I'd been reading on a group-sex theme: Crowd Scenes, Three's Company, Menage In Gay Paree. So when Adam, peeling his narrow torso off me, squeaked "Okay?" and finally drove it home, I, like Anonymous, a letter-writing reader from Dayton OH, thought, Who would believe this could happen to me? Two on one! Evening fell through the skylight, darkening the head and shoulders of our founding father. I bled a little and then stopped. When Adam finally dropped asleep-his lashes batting softly his flushed cheeks-I sat up. I pulled my head and arms through his science fair t-shirt, Discovering, Developing, and Inspiring Tomorrow's Leaders. I put on my glasses, and punched out the extra pillow behind my head. Then I reached under the bed for the December Oui, and finished the issue. I was wearing footies that night -ankle socks with yam pom-poms behind the heels. I rubbed my footied feet together as 1 read; lint rose up from my insteps like rice- |
