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bummed there’s no Electric Parade,” Jamie said.
When they pulled onto the freeway, Tammy picked up the CB radio, held it like a microphone against her mouth, and said, “This is Pink Panties, anyone else out there headed to Disneyland?”
A grumbling voice broke in over the CB, “Where you at now Pink Panties? Let’s convoy to Disneyland!” They each bought the Adult Magic Kingdom Pass for $5.75. The pass gave you entrance to the park and eleven tickets that could be used on any ride—even the E ticket rides, which, really, were the only ones Jamie and her friends were interested in going on.
As they hustled from one ride to the next, Jamie began to feel like they were simply checking events off a list. From the Jungle Cruise they ran to get in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean. When the pirate ride was over they hauled off the boats and dashed around the flocks of families to get in line for the Haunted Mansion. In the capsule-shaped car of the Haunted Mansion Flip talked into Jamie’s ear, pointing out what looked fake, what seemed lame, and what just bored him. And then he didn’t want to go on the Pinocchio ride, the ride that was, to Jamie, the purpose of their trip. How could they make out on the Pinocchio ride if Flip refused to ride?
“It’s a C ride,” Flip said. “We can’t waste our pass on a C.”
“But we have seven tickets left,” Jamie said. “There’s no way we’re going to go on seven more E rides.”
“We should use our time wisely,” Flip said, “like, on E rides, get it?”
The bantering continued for a while, a fact that made Jamie feel proudly mature—as if she were a wife who had to mollify her cranky, overworked husband.
Eventually Jamie agreed that instead of going on a C or E ride they could sneak off to the mobile home for a couple hours alone. Making out in the parking lot of Disneyland seemed like a reasonable compromise to her fantasy. She’d probably be disappointed, Jamie thought, if they made out on a ride and it wasn’t exactly as she had imagined it would be after having witnessed the kissing teens so many years earlier.
There were two beds in the back of the mobile home.
One was a double bed and the other was a single bunk bed perched above it. Flip turned down the covers of the double bed, peeled off his shirt and shorts so that he was naked, and got in without pulling the covers up. It was the first time Jamie had witnessed his nakedness in open daylight.
“C’mon,” he said, patting the mattress.
Jamie stared at his penis—the neat packaging of his balls, the even color throughout.
“Well?” Flip asked.
Jamie took off her flip-flops, shorts, and T-shirt and lay beside Flip in her white cotton bra and panties. She was awkward, self-contained with her knees up and arms by her side as she stared down at Flip’s genitals.
“I totally think it’s time we move on,” Flip said, “move ahead, you know.”
Jamie’s stomach lurched. She had been so drunk with love for Flip that the idea that he’d ever break up with her, that they’d ever move on and not be together, had never even flitted into her mind.
“Why?” Jamie shut her eyes and prayed that he wasn’t trying to break up with her.
“I don’t know. I just think that sex is an amazing thing, and . . . well, we’ve been making out, you’ve felt my dick a little, I’ve been feeling your . . . bosoms—”
“Bosoms?” Jamie laughed, relieved.
“I thought it was a respectful word,” Flip said. “I was gonna say tits.”
“But isn’t it just bosom, without the s?”
“Well if you’re looking at one it’s a bosom. But when you’ve got two in front of you, they’re bosoms.”
“Bosoms.”
“Yeah, so I was thinking we need to do some exploring. Like, I’d like to introduce my dick to your mouth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Jamie said, looking down at Flip’s dick, which was now pointing up at her, punching out of its skin.
“And I’d like to
When they pulled onto the freeway, Tammy picked up the CB radio, held it like a microphone against her mouth, and said, “This is Pink Panties, anyone else out there headed to Disneyland?”
A grumbling voice broke in over the CB, “Where you at now Pink Panties? Let’s convoy to Disneyland!” They each bought the Adult Magic Kingdom Pass for $5.75. The pass gave you entrance to the park and eleven tickets that could be used on any ride—even the E ticket rides, which, really, were the only ones Jamie and her friends were interested in going on.
As they hustled from one ride to the next, Jamie began to feel like they were simply checking events off a list. From the Jungle Cruise they ran to get in line for the Pirates of the Caribbean. When the pirate ride was over they hauled off the boats and dashed around the flocks of families to get in line for the Haunted Mansion. In the capsule-shaped car of the Haunted Mansion Flip talked into Jamie’s ear, pointing out what looked fake, what seemed lame, and what just bored him. And then he didn’t want to go on the Pinocchio ride, the ride that was, to Jamie, the purpose of their trip. How could they make out on the Pinocchio ride if Flip refused to ride?
“It’s a C ride,” Flip said. “We can’t waste our pass on a C.”
“But we have seven tickets left,” Jamie said. “There’s no way we’re going to go on seven more E rides.”
“We should use our time wisely,” Flip said, “like, on E rides, get it?”
The bantering continued for a while, a fact that made Jamie feel proudly mature—as if she were a wife who had to mollify her cranky, overworked husband.
Eventually Jamie agreed that instead of going on a C or E ride they could sneak off to the mobile home for a couple hours alone. Making out in the parking lot of Disneyland seemed like a reasonable compromise to her fantasy. She’d probably be disappointed, Jamie thought, if they made out on a ride and it wasn’t exactly as she had imagined it would be after having witnessed the kissing teens so many years earlier.
There were two beds in the back of the mobile home.
One was a double bed and the other was a single bunk bed perched above it. Flip turned down the covers of the double bed, peeled off his shirt and shorts so that he was naked, and got in without pulling the covers up. It was the first time Jamie had witnessed his nakedness in open daylight.
“C’mon,” he said, patting the mattress.
Jamie stared at his penis—the neat packaging of his balls, the even color throughout.
“Well?” Flip asked.
Jamie took off her flip-flops, shorts, and T-shirt and lay beside Flip in her white cotton bra and panties. She was awkward, self-contained with her knees up and arms by her side as she stared down at Flip’s genitals.
“I totally think it’s time we move on,” Flip said, “move ahead, you know.”
Jamie’s stomach lurched. She had been so drunk with love for Flip that the idea that he’d ever break up with her, that they’d ever move on and not be together, had never even flitted into her mind.
“Why?” Jamie shut her eyes and prayed that he wasn’t trying to break up with her.
“I don’t know. I just think that sex is an amazing thing, and . . . well, we’ve been making out, you’ve felt my dick a little, I’ve been feeling your . . . bosoms—”
“Bosoms?” Jamie laughed, relieved.
“I thought it was a respectful word,” Flip said. “I was gonna say tits.”
“But isn’t it just bosom, without the s?”
“Well if you’re looking at one it’s a bosom. But when you’ve got two in front of you, they’re bosoms.”
“Bosoms.”
“Yeah, so I was thinking we need to do some exploring. Like, I’d like to introduce my dick to your mouth.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Jamie said, looking down at Flip’s dick, which was now pointing up at her, punching out of its skin.
“And I’d like to
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