Andrea looked at her as if she didn't understand what the fuss was all about.Andrea looked at her as if she didn't understand what the fuss was all about. "Masturbation. I wonder why I never got that before. It is a really big thing in our lives. Brandon, Steve, Dylan... they all do it. Everyone does it. I must write about it, try to wake some conversation. The boys can talk about in their locker rooms. Time has come to rise to next level." "I guess you're right", said Kelly and took one little breath before continuing. "I do it three or four times a week. When I'm in the mood." Brenda succeeded in turning to the right lane. "I remember when I first discovered it", Kelly continued. "I was thirteen. My mom was drunk as usual, fallen asleep downstairs. I took a bath and dreamed of the boys in the high school football team. Then... well, it just happened." Andrea and Kelly giggled again. After a short silence, while Brenda slowed down to avoid hitting some skateboarding kids, Andrea dared her tell her story. "Come on, Brenda, we've already told about us. And if I can tell anything about the show you gave me when I was doing Kelly, you're no beginner in it. It looked really delicious." "All right then, if you really want to know. I was thirteen, and it was winter in Minnesota. I was all alone, and I was supposed to be doing my homework. Well, Mom had that book in her library, and I used to read it when no-one was home." Brenda's voice was exciting, as if she was telling the others some secret. And in a way, she was. "Was it one of Henry Miller's books? I sure have read them all", Andrea asked. "Nooo.. it was... no, I can't tell you. It's too embarassing", Brenda said. Kelly punched her softly on her arm, urging her to tell. |