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Is That It? |
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By the time I was fourteen, my friends were doing everything but going all the way. They thought if you stopped short of the actual penetration part, you'd get some special dispensation. I thought they were totally full of shit. I wasn't doing anything, except kissing.
My latest mad passion was with my next-door neighbor, a short Italian guy named Jeff. He was a senior and four years older than me . . .
He was always trying to talk me into having sex. We'd start kissing, and he'd keep pushing further and further, but I just wasn't going for it . . .
We were sitting in my bedroom when I said, matter-of-factly, "You know that thing that you're always wanting to do? Well, let's do it."
Jeff looked at me like he'd just won the lottery. But he didn't waste any time. He wasn't exactly a master of foreplay, so the sex was quick and painful. I kept thinking, Is this what everyone's talking about?
A few minutes later, as Jeff was putting his clothes on, I said, "Is that all there is . . . Is that it?" (Oh! Was I having a Peggy Lee moment.) When he said that it was, I told him, "Okay, you go home now, and don't ever come back to my house again." He looked shocked, and he left. I was kind of surprised at myself, but I wanted to hurt his feelings as badly as he'd hurt mine. (Beverly Hills, CA, 1961)
from The First Time by Cher, as told to Jeff Coplon (Simon & Schuster, © 1998)
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