Ah, yes, the Mutual-Masturbation Follies. 'D
Solo, the original type of masturbation.
When I started this it was intended as a sex story and I thought it okay to shock the readers who presumably only reading for the sex. Now I'm doing it as a mainstream novel that ha sex in it, and being real literature am putting in all the foreshadowing, etc, so that events aren't out of the blue.
The first scene has this passage
Amy was there with another girl. She was always there. I swear she lived at those alleys. She looked over and sort of smiled. I muttered, "Hey" and stared for a second. I wanted to say more, but, as always, the words never formed. She turned away, back to her friend and whatever they were talking about. Maybe next time would be the one where I wasn't afraid. I'd lost track of how many times I told myself that.
That establishes how awkwardly shy he is around girls. A couple of paragraphs later...
At least I had baseball. The Pirates were on at seven, but I'd miss some of it as I had to be down at the stadium at six to see if the coach would let me play in my summer league game.
Spending the evening on the bullpen bench with Randy gave us the opportunity to admire some of the young ladies who strolled past during the course of the game. Not that I spoke to any but there was one in particular I thought likely to fuel my fantasies once I returned home.
First, he does not get to play much for his team (more failure), and second, he compensates for his failure to talk to girls with masturbating.
In scene two he meets his cousin and a few minutes later has to run to his bedroom to look out the window and reenact the scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
The first chapter ends with...
That night I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling as the radio played the rock station out of Chicago at a very low volume. I muttered out loud, "Dammit - I finally say more than two words to a hot girl and she has to be my cousin." I reached for the Kleenexes.