I spent my last two years of high school in Shaw, Mississippi. I've often written about how racist the town was, but there's a story I haven't told. You see, for a white guy to have a black girlfriend was (and still is) strictly verboten in the Delta. On the other hand, for a black guy to have a white girlfriend was quite literally to invite a lynching. But I had two factors working against that particular status quo: (1) we had a small business in Shaw and nearly all of our clientele was black, which meant we personally knew a lot of blacks and stayed on good terms with them, and (2) I was in high school and therefore young, dumb, and full of, well, you fill in the blank.
Before I go any further, I was racist. By our standards then, I wasn't racist...but hindsight is 20/20. Of course we – my family and I – didn't consider ourselves racist at all, and you can read about that particular dichotomy here.
But back to the story, One day I made the mistake of confiding to a black friend that I thought a certain girl was really nice and pretty. The next thing I knew, the girl – let's call her Connie (not her real name) – approached me and said to meet at a particular place. One thing quickly led to another, and we soon made plans to skip school and go to my store on a Wednesday when I knew that it would be closed and my mother wouldn't be there. I knew this was going to be The Day that I joined the ranks of those who had actually gotten laid!
Connie met me behind the store, and we went inside (I had a key), headed straight for the back room, and started getting naked really quickly – we were teenagers, after all! Of even less concern was the condom that I'd carried in my wallet for the past two years which decided to fall apart when I tried to put it on. I'd never even heard of venereal diseases then, and the possibility that she might get pregnant was of absolutely zero concern to a teenaged boy who was getting naked with a very pretty girl! I assumed the position and prepared to at long last lose my virginity...