As we descended into Atlanta, we could see this sprawling metropolis with elaborate highways and skyscraper buildings that was very different from the London skyline. We were greeted by some very friendly immigration officials who kept saying ‘Welcome to Atlanta, Georgia, the Capital of the American South’. It was my first experience with American southern hospitality. It excited me because no immigration official in the United Kingdom had ever been that pleasant to me.
We stayed in a suburb called Druid Hills, a lovely affluent all white neighbourhood. So, here was this British/African family moving into this over pristine American neighbourhood with the perfectly manicured lawns, lovely driveways, basket ball hoops in everybody’s property and cars galore. It was a very different experience from the Finchley High Road in Swiss Cottage.
The first day of school was like something out of a movie. It was my first time not wearing a uniform to school. It was my first time having a locker, and it was my first time not having different classes in the same class. On average, we had 8 classes a day and a school bell would ring indicating when one “period” ended and we had 5 minutes to proceed to the next class. It was all so surreal, but what was even more surreal were the girls. MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!! They were beautiful. White, Black, Latino, and Asian girls all over the place. Beautiful bodies, bodacious attitudes, and an alarming number were very friendly. They immediately took to the two new boys who had come in from London. They were in awe of our accents and would just love to hear us speak.
Before we knew, the coaches, and teaching staff all loved us. We were both playing sports, doing well in school, invited to every single party, had girls writing us love letters, and even some girls ready to date us. There was one issue; none of these girls were having sex. It was crazy because this was the only stereotype of America that was demystified. A lot of American girls in the South during those days had very strong religious values and the most important one was saving themselves for marriage. They were prepared to do everything else but that, so after a while, it got very frustrating, but I was still learning. It wasn’t until my twin brother; my main man a 100 grand finally got it off with his girlfriend. That was when I believed something was very wrong with me. He described in grave detail the experience. They did it in her parent’s house one of the weekends he went over there. I was so jealous and happy for him at the same time. I was dating about three girls at the time, and I had propositioned each and everyone one of them, but nothing ever came out of it. They all enjoyed being around me, they all wanted to be seen with me, and go as far as giving me hand jobs, but none of them wanted to do the deed and I couldn’t understand it.
It was one day in October as the winter began to form; I was feeling sorry for myself being the only virgin left in the crew. I ate some very bad sloppy Joe’s (barbeque sauce dripping beef served in a bun) in an attempt to cheer myself up and developed a tummy bug in the process. For the first time, I went to infirmary and there she was, Nurse Serena Wainwright*. She was 23, 5ft 3 inches tall, as voluptuous as anything I had ever seen, smooth ebony skin, and the most delicious lips. My tummy bug was quite bad so I had to spend some time there. She gave me some medication and asked me to just relax until the end of the day. Over the next few weeks, her beauty was enough of a reason to continue to come and see her and we spoke at length each time I went. She asked about how the sports season was going and commented on the games she saw me play. She asked about the different girlfriends I had and couldn’t believe that as popular as I was with the ladies, that I hadn’t had sex.
She was very different from any other girl I knew. She already had a child from a previous relationship and was now raising this little boy on her own. After a few months of keeping each other company, I went to see after practice one day, and told her that I would just keep her company until it was time for her to go home. She finished up late that day and she offered to drop me off at home. When we got to my house, I told her to pull up a few feet away from my house because I didn’t want my parents seeing this older lady drop me and I wanted to tell her how I felt about her. After I expressed myself to her, I took that leap of faith by leaning over and giving her a big fat wet kiss. Initially she was shocked and pushed me back for a few seconds and then, much to my delight, she responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me closer to her and locking my lips and tongue with hers. It was a very mature kiss, unlike any I had ever experienced. A few minutes into our kiss she grabbed me down there and stroked it through my shorts with erotic pleasure, breathed heavily and said to me ‘I want that thing inside me’. I was so turned on by this; I didn’t know how to behave. I was ready to give it to her in the car 20 feet away from my parent’s house. She told me to calm down, and said she would let me know when it would be best to come over to her house.
I followed her orders, even though I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said and the erotic feeling I experienced. The following week, she had a note sent to me with her address, the time and day to come over, and the excuse to tell my parents.
I told my parents I was spending the night at my friend’s house. My twin brother pretended to be sick preventing him from going and off I was on this remarkable adventure. There I was sitting on the Atlanta Metro train bubbling with excitement anticipating what was going to happen. I called her once I arrived at the train station near her house. She drove by in her Ford Escort and picked me up taking me to her two bedroom flat. The atmosphere was set; her son was at his father’s house.
She offered me, a minor at the time some cognac (that’s probably where my desire for Courvoisier comes from) with strawberries. I was in heaven! She showed me her bedroom where a very quaint bed was. Brian McKnight was playing in the background. She told me to give her a few minutes. I took off my clothes and lay my 6 ft 2inches frame on the bed. I remember thinking to myself, Oh My Goodness, today is the day I lose my virginity. She came out of the bathroom, wearing just her underwear and bra and asked if I was ready, I responded saying ‘Hell Yeah’. We kissed like banshees, she rubbed my chest and grabbed my cock and stroked it very hard. It felt like it hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain. I kept wondering what it was going to feel like when I got inside her. After about 5 minutes of foreplay, she took off her panties and asked me to stick her. I took the condom I had earlier purchased on my way to her house and put it on. I struggled putting it on because I had never put a condom on before while under so much pressure. Finally, the condom slipped on and here it came, that magical moment. I tried to slip my penis into her and it just wasn’t going in. I wondered if this happened to every man their first time. I tried again and again, and as I looked down, only the tip of my head entered, and I was wondering why my whole shaft wasn’t going in. She then said something that probably gave me the ego that I have up until today, she said ‘You know you’ve got a big dick right?’. I was like, WOW!!!!! I asked her what to do, and like a pro, she opened her bedside drawer and whipped out some KY Jelly and then asked me to apply some on my cock with the condom on and then to also apply some on her clitoris. I did as she instructed, and I tried again, and my dick slipped in. I remember not necessarily feeling anything. I had watched countless hours of porn and seen the pros do it with such athletic precision, so I just wanted to imitate what I had seen on television, so I stroked and stroked and stroked, and stroked without any sensation. The only thing I felt was a sense of accomplishment that I was getting the deed done. After a while, her breathing got heavier and her rhythms more frequent and pronounced. I wondered what was going on, until she started saying ‘fuck me harder, harder, don’t stop’, a few hard thrusts after that, she let out a quiet gasp with her mouth fully open and her legs frozen in some strange mummy type position and all the previous gyrations she was making stopped. Her body now seemed more relaxed and she felt incredibly warm. She said to me ‘How does a young boy like you make a woman like me cum’? I was like ‘huh’. Nothing had prepared me for that. As far as I knew at that time, women didn’t have orgasms, I was confused and wondered, and so is it over now, because I was still hard. She then moved me from on top of her and asked me if I wanted to come and I said yes. She pulled off the condom and asked me to lay back and relax and before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. Now, after 20 minutes of thrusting and not feeling anything, I felt all the sensation of sex in the first five seconds of feeling her mouth completely rapture my member.
She sucked on it, spat on it, licked her spit off my dick and continued the motion for maybe another 90 seconds before something very strange started to happen. My body was tingling out of control, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t comprehend the feeling. My palms started to sweat, my toes curled up, and it seems as though every emotion within my being was heading toward my genitalia area and then, like a powder keg, I came all in her mouth and I screamed as though I was getting tortured. She didn’t stop sucking until I was limp and swallowed every drop. After she released my cock from her mouth, I just curled up and cuddled with her until I fell asleep.
She woke me up the next morning, cooked me a huge breakfast and dropped me off at the train station. I promised never to come and see her at the infirmary, and that I would respect the need for this to be quiet, because in the U.S. State of Georgia if an adult (considered anyone over the age of 18) has sex with a minor (anyone under the age of 17), the adult could be brought up on criminal charges for statutory rape. However, as a 15 year old boy with all the immaturity in the world I had to tell my teammates and before I knew it the story was all over the school.
I was called in front of a panel, asked to see psychologists and counsellors making sure I wasn’t going to sue the school. She was fired immediately but wasn’t convicted because I kept hammering on the fact that it was consensual. My mother was mortified, my Dad was proud and I never saw her again and never attempted to.
The story intrigued many women in my school, and I went on to have several sexual partners after that. I eventually graduated, went to University and continued my sexual exploration with several girlfriends and one night stands or jump offs as the term has come to pass.
I learned a lot from that Ms.Wainwright that night, and it is an act that was wrong but the definition of some true Southern Hospitality as I was deflowered that night.’
* All names changed to protect identity.