The Sexual
Sophisticate
by Bill Tope
Aiden hummed
along to Van Morrison's romantic ballad "Crazy
Love," while sitting in the hammock strung
across the double window in his attic apartment.
It was a tune unlike any other in his listening
experience, and was the premiere cut off a new LP
he'd just purchased at the record store. It had
set him back $2.98 but was well worth it, he
thought. The college freshman had worked for two
hours pushing a dust mop across the slate floors
of the student union in order to pay for the
album, but he had no regrets. To put it in terms
that his friends could understand, Moondance had
cost Aiden about thirty joints.
It was worth
it because now he and Sally could make love to
the ballad. He smiled. "Make love;" He
enjoyed the sound of that. Before Sally he had
only screwed and humped and, as his older sister
would say, with virtuous relish, "fornicated."
But with Sally, it was different. She was older--nearly
20--and with her, he "made love." He
blew out a breath. Just thinking of Sally was
making him hot.
Should he...take
care of it? he wondered. No, he would save
himself for Sally. Aiden's sexuality was more
sophisticated than it used to be. Besides, no
sense in risking going blind.
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