I remember the first time I had sex like it happened yesterday. I was
fifteen, and Mariana Ortiz was the only thing on my brain. Mariana lived a
few streets away from Dad's garage, so she walked over there one afternoon
when I was helping Dad out with some things. She was all decked out in cute
jeans and a tank top, and it was all over from there. She swaggered over to
me and took me by the hand, saying, "You know, Dom. Today's my fifteenth
birthday and I think that we should spend it together." That was all it
took. I was down the street to her house in thirteen seconds flat.
It was also over in thirteen seconds flat. It sucked; pretty much because it was my first time, and hers, too. She hated it and although it was a pretty weird experience for me, I'll never forget it. It was the first of the many times that Mariana and I would fuck. When I got home from her house, I called Vince over to tell him about the whole ordeal. He was thrilled for me and decided that he was jealous, so he immediately left to share my same experience with Taylor Brisbane, Mariana's cute best friend.
Leticia was growing up. She was sort of ugly, too. Very skinny with absolutely NO chest or butt or anything yet. She had this long, long black hair that was always knotty because she never let Mia brush it for her. She always had busted up knuckles and a dirty face and crooked bottom teeth. Whenever Dad took the three of us to the dentist for checkups, Letty would never go into the room with the lady. Dad gave up and let her stay home every six months. Dad always offered to bathe Letty, but she wouldn't hear of it. Bathing was a foreign word to her and, when she did bathe, she would jump into the tub and jump back out again and say she was clean. Dad explained very patiently that she had to use soap and a washcloth to get clean, not just jumping in plain water.
Compared to Mariana, Letty was hideous. But I loved Letty. She was so smart, and fresh-mouthed, and funny. I felt that it was my duty to look after her, since she was so rambunctious. Dad worked long and hard at the garage, Mia had a job at old Mrs. Bortney's market down the street or was always out with her "normal" girlfriends who liked girly stuff, and I was busy being a fifteen-year-old guy.
Letty tagged along behind me, everywhere I went, especially the garage. Ever since this one time Dad let her help him fix something, she's been bugging us about letting her watch stuff and hand us tools. She was actually a good helper. She somehow knew the right tools to hand us if we asked her to give us something, and she was pretty strong. Vince and I taught her how to change oil and stuff. Soon, Letty decided that she loved to get dirty and greasy and lug stuff around. Her, Vince, and I went every day to help Dad out and learn new things. Dad began teaching her how cars and engines work and she got pretty good at pointing out parts under the hood of the Charger that Dad and I were building.
As Letty got older, she became less clingy to me, probably because she was too old to cry on my shoulder. She wasn't a little kid anymore who needed to be hugged all the time. I was a little bit worried when I realized that it had been months since Letty cried to me. I panicked, thinking that she no longer looked up to me and was drifting away. That panic didn't last long because that same night, Letty came into my room crying about some dream that she had. I was glad to see that we still had our special relationship. I tucked her into my bed and waited until she was asleep before I hauled out my old Oakland Raiders sleeping bag and settled down on the floor.
When my Dad died, I was three days shy of my eighteenth birthday. He died one sunny afternoon at the tracks, in Palmdale. Some guy he was racing against hit him and sent his car into a wall. When I heard the explosion, I never would have thought that it was my dad's car. Vince drove Mia, Letty, and I home that afternoon and ended up staying the night. Letty and Mia cried themselves to sleep that evening, Mia in Vince's arms and Leticia in mine.
It was also over in thirteen seconds flat. It sucked; pretty much because it was my first time, and hers, too. She hated it and although it was a pretty weird experience for me, I'll never forget it. It was the first of the many times that Mariana and I would fuck. When I got home from her house, I called Vince over to tell him about the whole ordeal. He was thrilled for me and decided that he was jealous, so he immediately left to share my same experience with Taylor Brisbane, Mariana's cute best friend.
Leticia was growing up. She was sort of ugly, too. Very skinny with absolutely NO chest or butt or anything yet. She had this long, long black hair that was always knotty because she never let Mia brush it for her. She always had busted up knuckles and a dirty face and crooked bottom teeth. Whenever Dad took the three of us to the dentist for checkups, Letty would never go into the room with the lady. Dad gave up and let her stay home every six months. Dad always offered to bathe Letty, but she wouldn't hear of it. Bathing was a foreign word to her and, when she did bathe, she would jump into the tub and jump back out again and say she was clean. Dad explained very patiently that she had to use soap and a washcloth to get clean, not just jumping in plain water.
Compared to Mariana, Letty was hideous. But I loved Letty. She was so smart, and fresh-mouthed, and funny. I felt that it was my duty to look after her, since she was so rambunctious. Dad worked long and hard at the garage, Mia had a job at old Mrs. Bortney's market down the street or was always out with her "normal" girlfriends who liked girly stuff, and I was busy being a fifteen-year-old guy.
Letty tagged along behind me, everywhere I went, especially the garage. Ever since this one time Dad let her help him fix something, she's been bugging us about letting her watch stuff and hand us tools. She was actually a good helper. She somehow knew the right tools to hand us if we asked her to give us something, and she was pretty strong. Vince and I taught her how to change oil and stuff. Soon, Letty decided that she loved to get dirty and greasy and lug stuff around. Her, Vince, and I went every day to help Dad out and learn new things. Dad began teaching her how cars and engines work and she got pretty good at pointing out parts under the hood of the Charger that Dad and I were building.
As Letty got older, she became less clingy to me, probably because she was too old to cry on my shoulder. She wasn't a little kid anymore who needed to be hugged all the time. I was a little bit worried when I realized that it had been months since Letty cried to me. I panicked, thinking that she no longer looked up to me and was drifting away. That panic didn't last long because that same night, Letty came into my room crying about some dream that she had. I was glad to see that we still had our special relationship. I tucked her into my bed and waited until she was asleep before I hauled out my old Oakland Raiders sleeping bag and settled down on the floor.
When my Dad died, I was three days shy of my eighteenth birthday. He died one sunny afternoon at the tracks, in Palmdale. Some guy he was racing against hit him and sent his car into a wall. When I heard the explosion, I never would have thought that it was my dad's car. Vince drove Mia, Letty, and I home that afternoon and ended up staying the night. Letty and Mia cried themselves to sleep that evening, Mia in Vince's arms and Leticia in mine.