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paranoid.”
    “I’m not paranoid. Ask any man or woman out
there. A husband who won’t sleep with his wife more than four times
a year is getting it on the side.”
    “I just have a low sex drive.”
    At fifteen, I had an erection several times
a day. I wondered if this low sex drive thing was something that
hit all men his age.
    “You’re really hurting me.” Those were the
last words her mom said.
    Hanna got up and raised her window
disappearing over the ledge. We snuck off to the beach.
    “Are you scared about going to high school?”
I whispered just to say something. We were going from junior high
seventh through ninth to the big leagues. My parents chose a
private school for tenth through twelfth grades. Lucky for me Hanna
and a lot of our other friends were following.
    “A little,” she answered. “How about
you?”
    “Terrified. Sophomores are like the bottom
of the barrel. I’m afraid of getting picked on, I’m afraid of hard
classes, I’m afraid to grow up.”
    “You’ve got a 4.0. Hard classes are not
difficult for you.” She smiled over at me.
    “Keep smiling. You’re all grown up, Hanna.
At least the guys think you are. What if you were me? It’s like I
still look thirteen.”
    “Please, like that matters. You can date
younger girls. I’ll date older boys. We’ll make fun of them all on
our weekly movie night.” Hanna and I only had a study hall and
lunch together. This was a big departure from having a bunch of
classes together since 7 th grade, and all day together
before.
    “Are you going to ditch me in high school
Hanna?” I asked.
    The boardwalk creaked as we walked on the
aging wood. When we hit the sand, we headed south where the homes
were sparse and people were few.
    There was a bonfire on the beach in the
distance. Noise and smoke filled the air. We were at a stretch
along the shore where there were houses being built, perched up in
the sand dunes, at a height the owners considered safe from tidal
surges. I started to slow down.
    “Do you want to rest?” Hanna asked and the
lights around me were just orbs in her hazel eyes. The moon was
full, and glowed across the ocean before it broke light on cresting
waves.
    “Yeah, maybe a minute.” I took off my shirt
and laid it on the sand. We plopped down missing grace replaced by
alcohol. “So you didn’t answer me. Are you going to ditch me in
high school Hanna?” I asked again.
    “How can you ask me that? What if you find
some cool guys to hang out with, are you going to ditch your best
friend because I’m a girl?” she slurred.
    “If you weren’t a girl this would be
easier,” I mumbled.
    “Why?” she asked seeming not to
understand.
    “It just would,” I muttered.
    We both sighed. I mustered all my courage,
leaned in slowly and let her lips meet mine. As our tongues danced
together, a heady rush began to flow between our bodies. The
pressure of the kiss changed. Sounds of the night grew louder -
waves crashing on the beach, a dog barking in a distant
neighborhood, echoing voices of a party long forgotten. We rolled
around on the sand drunken with new sexual courage.
    She let my hands explore her, under her
shirt, beneath her waistband. Her fingers tightly circled my wrist
as I maneuvered my fingers within her, her shorts sliding from her
bottoms in the process. I moved over her, aching to be between her
legs.
    She struggled, the friction only adding to
my desire. My board shorts were untied - lowered. Gripping her hips
in my hands, I ground and pushed. On a strangled gasp, I let my
pelvis thrust her into the giving sand. Quick spasms rocked my
body.
    I rolled off her. Me – embarrassed, her –
unreadable, we didn’t meet the other’s eyes as we yanked and clawed
to right our clothes as if that action could rewind what had just
occurred.
    She rose. Her breath rasped as she began to
walk, as if tears were blocking her airway. Stumbling after her, I
followed close behind.
    The dark, sandy access path back