After being confident that we were unobserved and were sufficiently discreet anyway, we were proven to be too confident.

It seems that we had a witness. That non-existent supervision we thought we didn't have turned out to be there, but well-hidden. Two mornings hence, I was summoned before the "Board," a group of Counselors who lectured me very similarly to the harangue delivered to me by my old Dean of Women...But they threw in a monkey wrench: what I had done to my little boyfriend. They had cornered him the day before concerning his bad behavior. They were planning to notify his parents, and possibly send him home. Hearing those plane, he was so upset that he tried to commit suicide, OD-ing on aspirin and sleeping pills. At the time that they were hollering at me, he was in the infirmary, and "No." I could not visit him.

They were blaming him for the whole thing; the fact that was he older than me (...a few months...), that he was male (which at the time was an indictment in itself); and that he had corrupted me, an innocent minor female. For my part in the debacle, I was confined to my dorm room, where I sat and looked out the window at our Scottie tree and sobbed like it was the end of the world.

I was allowed visitors though. Sweetie's best friend came to see me and brought me a little note from him, a sweet, romantic (I thought) apology for compromising me. (...Talk about brain-washing...The poor guy thought he was at fault...) The missive contained a profession of undying love, etc. Our friend was afraid to try to smuggle a note back to him, so I never got to reply until we started writing to each other after we were home.

The whole episode seems surreal now, with years of knowledge and hind sight fuzzying up the waters. I do understand now what the term "dry humping" means and why it's popular with young people (snort). I also know why I'm so into kissing, even more than actual lovemaking. In my head, all that mind-reeling kissing is, to this day, still associated with an orgasm. Stimulation is wonderful, but a well-done kiss can put me over the line much faster.

I lost my way for a lot of years, while life got in the way. There never seemed to be time or sufficient reason to write anymore, until a friend introduced me to WattPad.  That's when I realized that I didn't need a reason.  I just needed to write.  WattPad kind of gave me the courage to put words on the page again.   

And so, here I am...fantasizing away on WattPad for your edification...and for my own enjoyment.  And you know how I got here....