the all-girls school I'd surely be sent to if they ever found out...    

I lick my lips and think back to all those nights in my room practicing on my forearm, the soft underneath part or even my elbow crease. I think back to sitting Indian style in front of my full-length mirror and slowly moving toward myself to practice a real kiss to the music of Boyz II Men. I mean, I’d practiced a lot, with and without tongue, and I was pretty good too. And he bent toward me, six other eager pairs of eyes watching every move, we slightly opened our mouths, tilted our heads at appropriate soap opera angles, and he made me a real woman.