virginity stories and histories

The air in Jenny's small Jerusalem apartment was heavy with the scent of old stone and jasmine drifting in from the garden below. She and Dave, both architecture students, had been cramming for a looming deadline, their textbooks and sketches sprawled across her dining table. Jenny's place was a short walk from Dave's parents' house in one of the city's winding, courtyard-lined neighborhoods, and they'd taken to studying together often. Tonight, though, felt charged--her flatmate was away for the weekend, l...

Niagara Falls. Yep, we're here. And we can't check into the hotel for another three hours. That's both the advantage and the disadvantage of being old with no kids in tow--you only have yourself and your wife to worry about. Simple things like leaving the car fully loaded and going wandering about could not happen when we had two boys under 10. But now our boys--now in their late teens--are holding down the fort at home, while the wife and I have escaped for a little spring break of our own. Teachers of a c...

Memories of being a gas station attendant.
One of the things I notice about getting old is that I think a lot about the past. Back in the 'day', we didn't grow up so fast, we didn't act like adults till we were in our late teens. Our parents wouldn't allow adult behavior or clothing till we were 18 or 19. I've built this story around something that happened to me while working in a gas station after I got out of the Navy....

"Come closer," he instructs as he is sitting opposite of me. He opens his legs slightly, his thumb resting on his cheek. His eyes are fixed on me and it's making my cheeks burn.
I get up slowly, hesitating a bit. Everything is becoming more real now and it makes me anxious. Am I sure? Do I actually want this? I look at the man I am now slowly walking towards - a man older than my father. His short grey hair makes his light eyes pop even more. His grey beard with some spots of white hair compliments his a...