In August Gina had another excursion for us, but that would not be a transit trip. Her kinky guy-friend Richie owned a car, and he was going to take all three of us on a road trip up to Bear Mountain State Park. That was located on the far side of the Hudson River almost fifty miles from New York. She said to us, “We don’t have to go there on one of those Red and Tan Buses. He’ll just take us door to door, or door to fore...

Jenny and I met outside my building one afternoon for our private rendezvous. Even though we were on the street, she greeted me warmly, hugging and kissing me. For once, I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Jenny was my special friend, and I thought female friends could demonstrate their affection for each other. “My sweet Chloe, it’s so good to see you today. I so much want to be with you right now.” We didn’t linger long the...

I didn’t have any contact with Gina for the next couple of days, but that Sunday I went downtown with Jenny on my lingerie shopping trip. I got a black garter with straps, some nylon stockings to go with it, several pairs of those transparent panties that Jenny also liked so much, and finally, red lacy panties much like the woman in that porn photo spread. With this stuff, you’re going to be the hottest chick around when...

Chris had never met my friends, although they had heard about him from me for a while. I decided to have all four of us meet for lunch one day at the nearby diner. He knew very well that a new girlfriend’s female friends would inevitably vet him in some way. Gina and Jenny sat opposite us in a booth. I detected a certain coolness from them. Is he still probationary in their eyes? Jenny also was wearing her dark cap which,...

That week I started my part-time job behind the counter of an Italian bakery. I had to put on my uniform at home. It consisted of a light-green dress, a round hat of the same color, and a white apron. Since I had to be on my feet so much, I wore sneakers and ankle socks. They had excellent bread there, and I was given some to take home. The pastries were great too, but I limited myself to one cannoli per week. On my third...

That evening I got a phone call from Gina. She wanted to go to Mass with me the following day. She hadn’t been there in nearly three years, so I was surprised. “Why do you want to do that?” “I’m not sure, I just wanted to check up on my old parish.” That church on Gun Hill Road was called Immaculate Conception. I told her to meet me outside for the 10:AM service. She arrived a few minutes after I did. For a moment we chec...

During the next week, school was winding down for all of us. Gina had checked the train schedules and, although it was going to be a long trip, we decided to go to Jones Beach the following Saturday. Then Gina said, “You know, I’m tired of these pigtails. I’m getting a new hairdo this week.” Jenny chimed in, “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to stuff this ponytail under a bathing cap.” “This a great idea. We need to replace...

The following Thursday, Gina called me and asked me to go for a walk with her after school. I’d never spent time with her alone before, but it seemed like a simple request so I agreed to it. We met a couple of blocks from my house and she led the way. I was still dressed in my school blouse and skirt. Even though it was a mild day, I had panty-hose on, which I often found uncomfortable in such weather. However, I did have...

The next Sunday morning, I went through the usual routine of going to Mass and then having lunch with my family. I wished I could call Gina for some encouragement to calm my nerves a bit, but I knew neither of us would have the privacy to talk about what was on our minds. After eating, I told my family that I was going to meet Gina and Jenny, although I didn’t say that they’d be right on the street in front of my building...

The Sexual Revolution? I guess it had been around for a while by the early 1970s, but it didn’t seem to offer much to a working-class, rather ordinary-looking girl like me. By the time I was sixteen and approaching the end of my sophomore year, my sexuality was blooming, Yes, I did find outlets for expressing that side of myself. However, it didn’t involve having a boyfriend, at least not that year. I’m Chloe Mangano, and...

That September, I noticed Clarissa sitting in a student center lounge, smooching with some guy. I noted that he was considerably taller and more 'buff' than I was. She saw me looking at her. In fact, I wanted to be noticed by her. When she turned my way, she mouthed the words fuck you. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. I immediately left to check the bins of our rival newspaper, The Campus. The first issue of the term...

In the week following that problematic Circle Line tour, my attempt to play hard-to-get failed. Margery had easily seduced me – more than once – on the following Thursday. I knew I was folding under the pressure of her charms. As a seventeen-year-old guy, and not a particularly physically impressive one at that, I was getting more sexual stuff than I had ever imagined I’d have at that point in my life. I doubted that many...

In June 1975 I briefly – for a single afternoon – was with a woman I still think of as “the hippie girl.” And no, it was not a conventional one-day stand. She didn’t refer to herself by that term. I doubt there had ever been a large number of young people who truly were “hippies” or in the New Left as a dedicated way of life. What there had been was a wide dissemination of those ideas to people who dropped in and out or w...

In the spring of 1981, when I was nineteen, a woman named Miriam Roston moved into my building. At least I initially assumed that she was a woman. In New York, people generally were non-judgmental and left other people alone. But this was in the East Bronx, not Manhattan, and after about a month, my family started speculating about her. They used terms like “tranny” and “shemale” to describe her, although they didn’t exac...

I’ve noticed elsewhere that younger readers may no longer know what the term “zipless fuck” (a single, mostly emotionless coupling between two strangers) means. It was coined by Erica Jong in her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. She presented the idea in a satirical manner, and she wrote of it, “The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.” ********* I came of age in an era when relations bet...