Reply #27: When I was sixteen [View All]

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getting stoned with the love of my teenage life and her friend who lived across the street, Maddy, Maddy of voluptuosness and a red sports car, days were getting longer, and nights cozy, the suggestion is made, Let's go to Shady Rocks.

Shady Rocks. The nude beach?

Uh huh.

My mom goes there, I offer, and in my rush to appear nonchalant, I am surely missing some telling glances that I would tell you about now if only I could.

So we jump into the car and Maddy drives us over dark red bridges and around the bends to the nude beach at Shady Rocks, not once asking for directions.

Hmmm. Not really. The mushrooms are kicking in. Or are they? It hardly seems to matter. The car is parked among other cars and we are hoofing it towards the water. The closer we come to the water, the more conspicuous our unnaturalness becomes.

We should get naked, shouldn't we?

Yes, we should. And there being no objection, we undress. And there is much politeness all around, as I refrain from ogling Maddy, Maddy refrains from laughing at me, and Love of My Teenage Life glows.

And wearing only my floppy floppy Converse, it's over the last dune and--here comes my dog.

Isn't that your dog, gotta?

Yes, that's my dog. I am turning around, ducking too.

I think that's your mom playing volley ball.

Uh huh.

Spot. Here, Spot.

NO!! Go away, spot. Spot--GO!

Oh, that's your mom?

Uh huh.

You don't want to say hello?

Maddy is insane, I'm sure. My mother has absolutely no idea I have a sex life, much less a wild uninhibited sex life with psychotropics public nudity party party with rich girls with red sports cars--definetly not one of our neighbors.

But the Love of My Teenage Life, being lovely and perhaps in love herself, does not need me to explain that this cannot be a sharing moment for the all of us, and the six shades of embarrassment on my face are allowed to speak for themselves.

Okay, let's go.

And Go away, Spot, Spot who follows us all the way back over the dunes. GO AWAY!!!

I am sure my mother has spotted me. She must have seen me. What did you do today? She asks, many hours after the sun has set. And how are you? she asks the love of her very own son's teenage life. Mom. I am looking daggers at her.

Nude beach.