Virginity: Cumming of Age (True story)

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My brother’s followed suit shortly after.

“Sorry buddy, we ran out of buns. We’ve got more, but your food’s gonna be a few more minutes.” A man in

the ugly red and yellow hat says to me. I stared blankly then nodded. At least I didn’t have to brave the mob

just yet. My food comes and the manager gives me a free small McFlurry since I had to wait. Grasping my food

close, I step into the press of bodies. I first see my brothers who have managed to seat themselves at a booth

with what appeared to be a pair of collage girls and were quickly making their acquaintance. Near them I

sighted my father, sitting with Mark and Julie, chatting away—probably about some inane work related thing.

I continued searching. There wasn’t an empty table, chair, booth or stool to be seen. I stood, feeling slightly

dejected, my McFlurry dripping melting creamy goodness down my hand. Then I spot Anna, sitting alone at a

small booth in the very corner. Her blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. Salvation!

I approached the table and sat without speaking. She seemed startled at first, pausing mid-fry as I seated. She

then saw the melting tasty treat I held. “Awe, I should have got one of those!” I looked at the sweet storm of

M&Ms and vanilla ice cream continuing to melt into my hand. I knew it would ruined by the time I finished my

meal. So I offered it to her. “Really?” She seemed to squeal when she spoke.

“Yeah, it was free anyway. You should take it.”

She snatched the cool dessert out of my hand and started to happily consume it, then paused “Wait, we

should share this.”

I shrugged “it’s okay, you have it. Besides we only have one spoon, and I’m not brave enough to fight through

that again.” I gestured to the swarm of people between us and the condiment stand. It seemed a tour bus had

arrived and deposited another few hundred people into the joint.

She giggled a little. “Here,” she licked the spoon she was using clean, “You can use this one.” In my

adolescent hormone stewing mind there was something rather erotic about watching the thirteen year old girl

lick a plastic utensil clean before offering it to me. I had to remember to keep chewing and breathing so I didn’t

choke on my hot tasty burger. When I didn’t move to take it, she scooped up a small bit of M&M-ice cream swirl

and aimed it towards my mouth.

I was flustered. I didn’t know what to do or think. Role playing games had did nothing to prepare me for such

an interaction. I now know, years after the fact, she was attempting to flirt with me, but in that moment my mind

leaped to her thinking I was a retard or something. “I’m not two, I can do it myself!” The words snapped out

and were a bit loud and harsh even to my own ears. I even got a one of those sidelong “what’s wrong with

you” glances from a middle aged Mexican woman sitting in the booth beside us.

She looked as though I just slapped her, then she flushed with anger. “I was just playing.” Anna turned away

to quietly eat the McFlurry. I finished my meal in silence—well as much silence as you can have in a

McDonald’s filled with three thousand people stuffed into a space that might have held three hundred. I

watched her from the corner of my eye as best I could. I knew I was just seeing what I wanted to, but more

than once I thought I saw her start as if to speak only to stop herself thinking better of it.

Then our parents were beside us with my brothers in tow. “Hope you’re keeping Anna here out of trouble.”

Mark grinned at me. “You two ready to get going?”

I nodded and collected my trash. I steeled myself against the onslaught of people. The smell of body odor and

desperation washed over me as I made my way to the receptacle. As I dropped my waste, a small hand

grabbed mine. I turn to face Anna “Thank you for the McFlurry.” She had a timid half-smile, like she was afraid

I might slap her again—though her words were quite sincere. She slipped gracefully away into the crowd

before I could respond. I faced a nightmare of spandex and sweat before I was through.

I made the McDonald’s exit just in time to see Anna’s face in the window of her father’s van as it smoothly

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