Rate this story When I was 15 years old, I was not experienced with the opposite sex and my only sexual experience was solitary masturbation. On a given Saturday morning, “Diane,” a long-time childhood friend, awakened me early in the morning. (We had been friends since first grade-she and her younger brother often played kick ball and rode bikes together.) On this particular morning, she knocked on my window outside my bedroom-the window was open-and I was laying on my twin bed dressed only in my boxers with the sheet barely covering my privates. I had a raging hard-on, as...
