My One And Only

As a high schooler my best friend's sister went to an all girl's school. She was 15 and pretty. She, and I imagine lots of other girls, wore shorts under their skirt. She and I were kidding around and we went to her room to get her Walkman. On her bed neatly folded was a stack of panties and a couple of bras. I kidded her telling her I could now say I saw her panties.

We sat out on the couch and shared the headphones to listen to a song. We had to sit really close together, and I started to rub her hand with my fingers. She just gave me a look but didn't pull her hand away. After the song was over we talked but didn't move apart. I kissed her, pretty brave at that age. She gave the look again but let me kiss her again.

She invited me to Sunday dinner at her house and her mother told me she had set the table and prepared the desert. I knew then pretty well, my friend and I had been in school since kindergarten, but now his sister was a young lady, and kissing her was like the bravest thing I ever did.

After dinner we sat in the living room to watch a rerun of Get Smart. She sat so close to me I didn't know what to do with my arms. My friend walked by and put my arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder. Her father came in the room and didn't say a word. When it was time for me to leave she walked with me to the car, lifted her skirt to show me her panties. That and a kiss with her arms around my neck sealed the deal. We were officially going steady. She had permission for movies, parties, the mall as long as her brother came along.

We got married when she finished college. Neither one of have ever kissed anyone else. Much less had sex with anyone else.