The next day, Zac was sitting in study hall, waiting for the bell to ring, signalling the begining of class. His friend Mike sat down beside him and turned to talk. Zac smiled, Mike always had something to say.
"So, man, I heard about you and Katie." He said. Zac's smile quickly faded.
"What?"
"James told me."
Zac was instantly irritated. "What did he say?" Zac demanded.
"Just that you weren't getting laid."
"Christ." Zac said. He was only fifteen! What was it with all of his friends? He suddenly felt like he didn't know them at all!
"What? You are?"
"That's none of your business." Zac snapped.
"Sorry dude. Guess not." Mike said, holding up his hands.
Zac sighed. "Could we drop this?" He asked.
Mike laughed. "Okay." He said.
A few moments later, Zac looked over at him. "Like you have?"
Mike grinned.
"Yeah right. With who?" Zac asked.
"Me. Jenna. Three weeks ago."
"you're lying." Zac said.
"I kid you not dude."
"Great. Just great." Zac said. They were silent a few minutes, then the bell rang. Everyone was quiet, and Zac had homework, but he really didn't feel like doing it. He gazed at the clock for awhile, but looked down at his desk when a piece of paper fell onto it. Zac opened it.
So what base have you been too?
Zac sighed and looked over at Mike, who was grinning. He didn't really know about the bases, that was something that still confused him. He didn't want to look like an idiot, but he also had no idea what the 'bases' where. He sighed and wrote down 'second', then threw the piece of paper back to Mike.
He read it, then smiled and nodded his head. Zac sighed. A definite Tay-talk was in order tonight.
"Tay?" Zac asked, knocking on his door.
"What?" Tay asked as Zac walked in.
"Can I talk to you?"
Taylor set down his pencil from the paper he was working on, and turned around in his desk chair. "What's up little bro?"
"Can you tell me about the bases?" Zac asked. "I mean, exactly what are they?"
Taylor laughed. "Oh, the bases."
"Yeah."
"WHy?"
"Someone asked me which base I've been too, and I had no idea." Zac said.
"What did you say?"
"I didn't want to look stupid, so I just said second." Zac said.
Taylor raised his eyebrows, and Zac got panicked. "is that bad?"
Taylor sighed. "Well, no." he said slowly.
"What do they mean? I mean, what do they technically include, is what I'm trying to say." Zac said, sitting down on his bed.
"Okay. Well, they generally differ from person to person, but not by much."
Zac nodded. "Okay, here's the bases I've grown to know. Alright, first base is holding hands and kissing."
"Okay." Zac said.
"Then second base is french kissing, breast groping, and outside the clothes genital contact." Taylor said.
"Oh." Zac said, shifting nervously. "So, chances are, that's what that one guy thought you've done."
Zac shrugged. "I guess that's not that bad."
"No." Taylor said.
"Go on." Zac prodded.
"And third base is flesh on flesh genital contact, and or oral sex." Taylor said.
"Uh huh."
"And then obviously, a home run is sex." Taylor said to him.
"oh." Zac said.
"It's a lot like a baseball game, actually."
"It is?" Zac asked, now confused.
"Yeah. My friends and I used to talk about all that stuff. It was funny." Taylor admitted.
"Like what?"
"We made up our own terms, let's just say that." Taylor said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, like, a single was tongue kissing, a double was feeling up or clothes off, and a triple was mutal masturbation, a bunt was just masturbation, a strike out was, well, you know, and...let's see...." Taylor thought a moment.
"Oh, a balk was premature ejaculation, a rain delay was parents home unexpectedly, a rookie was a virgin...and there were tons more, but I can't remember them.
"Wow, I'm impressed." Zac said. "You guys put a lot of thought into that."
"Yeah." T aylor said with a laugh.
"Thanks."
"That clear some stuff up?"
"Yeah." Zac said, standing up. "Thanks Tay."
"No problem." Taylor said, going back to his work. It amused him greatly seeing his little brother grow up. Man, had he changed.
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