As a teenager, all David Amsden knew of sex was “a white flash, a scene from a movie, a mirage. Sex was Sharon Stone's parted thighs and flaxen smudge of pubic hair, paused on the television screen. Sex was Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Michael Douglas, Demi Moore stripping on stage. Sex was me superimposing myself into these scenes while pretending — somewhat pathetically, I know — that these were the phantom women whom I loved, and who loved me back.”
That is, until the first time he watched people actually having sex, the eroticism all the stranger since they were his close friends, and just a few minutes before he’d been in the bed with them…
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