Teen Sex Talk | Getting To Second Base

As we're getting into deeper, murky waters, I regret relating these bases to my youth. I'm really nervous when it comes to discussing my own personal experiences with things that may be deemed inappropriate. But I promised you juicy, so let's get to it. Fingers crossed that my family, future editors and supervisors are not reading. Man, how do actors get naked in movies or say awkward things? It's so uncomfortable. I'm doing this for the sake of my writing craft. That is it.

Second Base: How can I say this delicately...  Second Base is simply when a boy's hands wander up a girl's shirt.

My First "Second Base" Experience: Sadly, unlike my lovely First Base situation with Eddie, this experience was awful. It wasn't welcomed and to this day, I regret that first Second Base date being with someone I had absolutely no interest in. He sickened me. He was unattractive and pushy. His name was Frank. I hate the name Frank. Sorry if that's your name, but I truly hate that name and this particular disgusting creature I knew for all of Thanksgiving weekend, 1986.

When: Wednesday November 26, 1986, 9th grade

Where: Sports night at the big Catholic high school I attended that that year.

With Whom & How: Frank was friends with a boy who attended our school. Frank was from Queens and went to a different private high school called Archbishop Molloy. Boys from Queens were usually bad news. They were city kids and much more advanced than we Long Islanders were.

Long story short, he suggested we go for a walk and get some air. Bad move on my part. However, my two girlfriends paired off with the other two boys and went off into the night. The next thing I know we're sitting under a tree and he's planting some crazy kisses on me. I attempted to dodge him but was oddly curious at the same time. Afterward one of the girls gave him my number, against my wishes. If you're a fan of MTV's Jersey Shore, you'll understand that I took a grenade for those girls!

That Friday (the day after Thanksgiving, school is closed obviously) Frank the Skank called me. He told me the other girls and his buddies were going to see Soul Man at the local movie theater. I loved Tommy Howell, so that was the highlight of the triple date. About twenty minutes into the movie, I ended up at Second Base. Trust me, I did everything to fight this clown off, but back then I was much more passive than I guess I am today.

I remember he smelled of Noxzema cleansing cream and Peanut Butter. To this day the smell of Noxzema makes me want to hurl. The thought of his grimy paws on me makes me wanna hurl. The thought of me trying not to make a scene while pushing those grimy paws off of me makes me wanna hurl. I only wish that first "Second Base" happened with a boy I actually liked since I don't even remember who the next guy was. At 13, I wasn't ready and I didn't like him.

So there you have it. Second Base. Remember your first time sliding into Second?