I was almost 19 and I was in love with her, and ready to say something to her about it.I was almost 19 and I was in love with her, and ready to say something to her about it. That hot day in August, sitting in her chair, ready to move away from home for the next nine months, I was almost giddy with anticipation. I wanted her to know how I felt about her, but I didn't know what to say. I knew there was an age difference, but I wasn't asking her to marry me (yet!). I wasn't just after sex, either. I had dated enough girls to know that I enjoyed the hell out of sex, but I wanted more than just sex. And I wanted that "more" (whatever it is) with Stacy. Trying to keep my voice steady, and my delivery light, I said, "I'm leaving for college today. After I'm done here." "Oh, Brian, you're going to have a ball." "Yeah, I know, but I'll probably get homesick." Stacy laughed, "Yeah, for about all of ten minutes, before you fall asleep tonight." "No, I mean it. I'll miss a lot about home. |