It seems surreal to me now, almost as in a dream. Those days of clumsy fumbling, days of exploration, of explosion. I remember the first time she pulled my hand toward her lips and took my middle finger in her mouth. She then guided that hand, finger slick with her saliva, down to her panties and past her waistband. She had taken to wearing sun dresses when we met. Looking back, I believe it might have been to afford me e...