It's All Part Of How It Was When We Came Home
When you've been where I had been, at 22 I was so much older than the kids of 18. In Bio 101 I met a girl, Susan. She was a city hippy, no bra, big boobs. We walked from the Bio building towards the student center and I asked her if bouncing her boobs was uncomfortable. She asked me if my dick felt like it was useless because I didn't have a girlfriend. I let it end there.
That night she came to my apartment that I shared with two guys, also older guys. We fucked for an hour or so, she was proud of her boobs. Tit for tat she said. She was liberated, a new feminist. The next time we met in class she asked me if I had herpes. She wanted to know.
As a friend's g*ft she gave me a denim shirt with peace and love and other hippy shit. I told her thanks, but other than that one time trying it on I could not wear that shirt. We had a couple of other times at my apartment. But she was just to immature, it was mostly what she said, a woman's body occupied by a child's mind.


