By Ron Shaw

Romance, New adult fiction, General fiction, Young adult

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It was 1967 and my sixteenth birthday.
No adult should allow a randy teenage boy to have his own apartment or more accurately, share an apartment with his best friend, Charlie 'Cat' Risk who was two years his senior. But, Baby Waile, me, the young and dumb birthday boy, shared a one- bedroom apartment with his closest friend in the posh Virginia Highlands neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia. Our apartment complex consisted of two, two-story buildings that ran parallel to each other and perpendicular to the ever-busy North Highland Avenue.
Initially, little did we boys know that the complex was practically filled with college-aged girls who waitressed for the owner of the apartments. Our landlord also had a couple of fancy restaurants in Atlanta. He regularly visited the apartments and the ladies. We quickly deduced they serviced more than their customers and the bar. Cat and I figured they worked their rent off in a missionary position. Mostly, they went about paying their monthly rent late at night.
We paid for our rent with cash, but no bartering options were presented to us. It was emphatically agreed upon between Cat and me that it wasn't our week for boys, "maybe, later," I said in nervous laughter. At which, Cat slapped the crap out of me.
It was a sight to behold as beautiful young ladies went about their business with the middle-aged apartment owner. The girls were as friendly to two young boys as you might imagine, and we weren't laying pipe for rent money.
"It" was free, and it is what it is or was what it was. You know what it is. It's that condition that exists between sex-crazed boys and girls. It's what makes the Earth spin on its axis. It's as simple as gravity itself, up, down, in, and out, friction, inertia, pitch, catch and two simultaneous explosions if it was mutually satisfying for two or three. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It was simply that, as we reacted to it. The its within these apartments weren't nearly so hard on the peepers, and a few of the it ladies were partying with the boys at my impromptu sixteenth birthday shindig when the lights abandoned us.
Things were starting to get busy in and around the bed while the juice flowed from tin cans and through the electric wiring.
Oh, I'd kissed at least a couple of girls in the past, but two of them were my sister and mother.



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