one of those nights when Ronnie and I had necked for so long that I was actually getting a little tired of being hot, and I was starting to pay more attention to the television than to what we were doing. I was baby-sitting at the house of Jim and Connie Crisp, and with their four-year-old asleep in his room, Ronnie had come over to baby-sit me on the couch. It was like many other Saturday nights we'd spent together in the three years we'd gone together, and since it was only a couple of days before my period I had already been planning on letting him fuck me, or, as l used to say then, let him make love to me. He knew what we were getting at, too, since he'd become very interested in my monthlies ever since I'd first let him go all the way with me a year before, when we were both sixteen. Since then we'd fallen into a schedule where we went all the way once or twice in the week following my period, then carefully abstained from even very heavy necking for about ten days, then went all the way two or three more times in the days that preceded my period. That Friday Id been sort of looking forward to it all day long, but after an hour of necking I really didn't care if he actually put it in me or not. Still, I was so involved in the kissing and petting that it scared heck out of me when the doorbell rang.

My first thought was that it was the Crisps coming back early, and since I hadn't told them Ronnie was coming over, I really panicked. I was sure they'd never call for me to baby-sit again if they came in and saw us all hot and bothered and