What does that even mean and is it even proper English? That time we almost boned? Check it y’all, we were 16 or so back in the 90s. Back then, the word, “bone” meant to have sex. I boned her, he boned me, we are gonna bone, all of it meant the act of having sex. I don’t even know if this word is even used anymore, but I think I still use it on occasion. But when I think back to 16 year old Angel, the language of the time naturally comes back to me. So yes, we’ll be talking about that time we almost boned.
My boy and I were cutting school and hanging out at his place. On occasion we’d plan these hang outs, and we’d try to get some girls to come with us. This particular time, we had two girls coming over. You bet your sweet ass we thought we were gonna get it on! In fact, I think my boy did, I did not, but more on that.
So the setup was a mattress on the floor, which was for me and my girl, and he had the elevated, proper bed. I mean, this was his place after all. So we hung out with the girls, watched tv, and just chilled. At some point, we decided to migrate to the room, and that’s when you start making out and all that stuff.
My man was doing his thing top side, and I was on the bottom trying to get my groove on. Mind you, at this time, I was a virgin, and I had no protection on me. In hindsight, I’m glad we didn’t “bone,” because lord knows what would have happened with two young, inexperienced lovers boning.
In any case, the one thing I remember is at some point she let me put my finger between her legs. I remember the overwhelming excitement I felt at putting my finger inside of a woman for the first time in my life. She touched me between the legs, and then we both started to take our pants down. However, she paused, hesitated, and seemed unsure. I immediately backed off, I looked into her eyes, and I said, if you don’t want to do this, don’t. She nodded and pulled her pants back up. We cuddled for a bit, and then she said she needed to be alone.
I took her to the office, and left her there to do whatever she needed to do alone. As I sat around, I was inspired to write a poem. I don’t remember what it said, but before we left, I gave it to her. Once she read it, she came over and hugged me. Then she said, “Had you shown this to me sooner, I’d have given it all to you.” I shrugged, and I said, “Hey, I want it. I’m disappointed we didn’t go all the way, don’t get me wrong. But I will not pressure you to do something that you don’t want to do.” She said that I was different than other guys, I smiled, and then we took them to the train station.
In hindsight, I am glad we didn’t do it. I’d probably get her pregnant, or worse, who knows? But at the time, I felt a bit like a loser. Just another case of the too slow, nice guy not hooking up. But since a very young age, I have been a firm believer in making sure that the woman really wants to do something. If I noticed even a bit of hesitation, I’d pull back to address it.
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