by Alec Clayton<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what triggered these memories from when I was young and single and perpetually horny.<\/p>\n
First, when I was living in Nashville I had a girlfriend who was six feet tall and gorgeous. I claimed to be five-foot-four at the time, but I might have been stretching it a bit. Anyway, we were quite the pair. The first night we went out together, she came home with me, and we took off our clothes and crawled in bed together. Well, it wasn\u2019t really a bed; it was a mattress on the floor. And she asked, \u201cWould you mind if we didn\u2019t do anything but just cuddle and go to sleep?\u201d That was not exactly what I had in mind, but I agreed, which was a hard thing to do. Pun intended.<\/p>\n
Together at home again the next night, she asked if I wanted her to give me a back massage. I said, \u201cSure. That would be nice.\u201d Once again, we were naked. And we didn\u2019t do anything<\/em>. \u00a0At the time, I was sharing a house with John and his wife, whose name I can\u2019t remember. My mattress on the floor was in the front room of a one-bedroom apartment. John and his wife had the bedroom. They walked in while my girlfriend, whose name I can\u2019t remember either, was massaging by back. As if it were perfectly normal for us to be naked together on the mattress, John said, \u201cHi. How\u2019re ya\u2019ll doing?\u201d John was from Berkley. He probably didn\u2019t say ya\u2019ll<\/em>.<\/p>\n For a week or so after that, naked massages became a nightly event. There never was any doing anything<\/em>. And then, after a few weeks, she drifted away, and I never saw her again.<\/p>\n