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VIRGINS: A Novel by Caryl Rivers [Excerpt]

VIRGINS: A Novel by Caryl Rivers [Excerpt]

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Virgins by Caryl Rivers

CHAPTER ONE
Sean

"LET'S neck," Sean said. I yawned and said, "Sure," and Sean pulled his father's car, the white Caddy with the fins that looked like they belonged to an albino shark, over to the side of the road in Sligo Creek Park. The Caddy had special blue plates in front that said "Year Of Our Lady" on them. They were two years old, a gift to Sean's father from the archbishop, so Sean's father wouldn't take them off. I thought they were tacky. Sean's father was an
Virgins by Caryl Rivers

CHAPTER ONE
Sean

"LET'S neck," Sean said. I yawned and said, "Sure," and Sean pulled his father's car, the white Caddy with the fins that looked like they belonged to an albino shark, over to the side of the road in Sligo Creek Park. The Caddy had special blue plates in front that said "Year Of Our Lady" on them. They were two years old, a gift to Sean's father from the archbishop, so Sean's father wouldn't take them off. I thought they were tacky. Sean's father was an

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Virgins
by Caryl Rivers
CHAPTER ONE
Sean"LET'S neck," Sean said. I yawned and said, "Sure," and Seanpulled his father's car, the white Caddy with the fins that lookedlike they belonged to an albino shark, over to the side of the roadin Sligo Creek Park. The Caddy had special blue plates in frontthat said "Year Of Our Lady" on them. They were two years old, agift to Sean's father from the archbishop, so Sean's fatherwouldn't take them off. I thought they were tacky. Sean's fatherwas an assistant professor of communication and speechdynamics at St. Anselm's Junior College, and he wouldn't becaught dead with a plastic Jesus on his dashboard like somePuerto Rican cabbie. But he drove around flashing these plateswith a picture of the Blessed Mother on them, and she waswearing a startled expression like she'd just been goosed. I toldSean that flaunting the B.V.M. on your license was not exactlywhat J.C. would want for his mom. When he said, "Come, followme," he didn't mean you should do it in a white Cadillac ElDorado.Sean pulled me close and started kissing me with his mouthclosed. He always started out that way and worked up to openinghis mouth in about twenty minutes. I could feel the hard enamelof his teeth behind his lips. I'd done this number before, and it
 
wasn't exactly thrilling. We were the only Catholic kids in the citywho could neck for two hours and still stay in the state of grace.Sean had it all figured. He even drew a diagram, like thosecharts they have in butcher shops that show what parts of meatcome from which part of the cow. He had me sectioned off liketop round, filet, and brisket. Only in this case the parts weren'tstamped approved by the U.S.D.A., but by the Father, the Son,and the Holy Ghost.Anything above the neck was O.K., although there was somequestion about open-mouthed kissing. Tongue-swabbing, Seandecided, was only a venial sin, but you had to work up to it, notdive right in, tongues a-twirl. Toes to thighs, to within a half inchof you-know-where, also venial. Touching boobs on top of clothes(patting, no squeezing) was probably venial, but even moreborderline than tongues, so must be reserved for specialoccasions, like the prom or graduation. Bare finger on bare tit wasMortal Sin City. Needless to say, genitalia, male or female, wasuntouchable, the big No No.Sean was scrupulous about that. One touch of forbiddenfruit, he was sure, would turn him into a raging animal and maybeblow his chances for the priesthood all to hell.Necking with Sean was safe, if not all that exciting. He hadthat map imprinted on his brain cells, and I could just relax andlet him keep on the lookout for Sin. I even sort of liked the non-sinstuff, especially kissing the hollow of his throat, that soft lovelyspot just above where the dark hair on his chest started, andsmelling the nice, musky male scent of him. My kissing him therereally got to him, because sometimes he would squirm and moana little, and even though I was absolutely forbidden to touch himbelow the waist, I knew things were happening Down There. I hada somewhat proprietary feeling about Sean's penis, anyhow. Itwas the first one I ever saw.

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