Frustration

We made out for the first time in the summer before we became sophomores, and by the end of autumn we were familiar with the sight of one another in only underwear. We touched each other underneath, but stayed above that base level of undress. As we had to leave the door open, thanks to Aunt Lizzie’s waned enthusiasm for our alone time, our high school extracurricular fun ended at petting. We ascended from the plateau to the awaited peak in the week before our paths diverged for college, a time in our lives where our fear of being found out became trivial.