Sometimes I just can't figure it out—why kissing makes me more embarrassed than sex. Sharing my body, sharing an orgasm, sharing semen with my best friend feels so natural and comfortable. But the thought of our lips touching... my heart just races. Got into another fight with my dad and Camilla (my stepmom who's only ten years older than me) yesterday. They'll never understand that this is just how friends satisfy each other in the 21st century. Anyway, I've decided: my vagina, my rules—no protection, no promises, but goddammit, absolutely no kissing. Unless... never mind.