‘I was surprised’, wrote Abigail to me after I published her story last week, ‘I thought the main thing about my story was the impotence problems and the fact that it being with an Englishman meant more to me than with an Aussie, not the dissapointment about not being fully satisfied’.
It’s true, I see aspects of other people’s stories that they might not and in today’s case, it is the language that men use with which to describe their sexual experiences. I simply cannot imagine a woman saying ‘she took it very deep and swallowed every drop’. Partly for obvious technical reasons i.e. it would be a physical impossibility but you know what I mean. As a generalization – of which I like to make many and then contradict myself shortly afterwards - women tend to talk from a more emotional perspective when they describe the nuts and bolts of their experiences. Men furnish us with facts, or, as a (male) interviewee once put it to me:
‘Blokes ask stupid stuff, like, how big were her tits? Did she suck you off? Raw facts, like football scores. You know, blow job – one, big tits - two.’
Having made this point, don’t think for a moment that I am dissing today’s story - or its brilliant teller. Far from it. This is a humungous story with, as you will see, even more humungous consequences. What makes it really fascinating is that its protagonist paints us a vivid cultural picture of life for two teenagers in 1968. I can almost picture these two, Anita Ekburg and Prince Valiant with his vulpine side burns, curled up in the back of a Chevy together...fumbling in the darkness away from the relative innocence of their childhood and into the complicated lightness of being a grown up. And all that comes with that. And believe me, it comes.
I won’t do what I did a few weeks ago and give the ending away before you’ve even got to it. I will put the footnote where it belongs: at the foot. Take it away Mr Wolf….
‘I had experienced reaching puberty around the age of 12 and it wasn't easy. My voice changed quite early and by the time I started Junior high, I sounded like the late John Carradine. The acne started 4 months later and the scars were deep. The body hair came in about that time and by my 13th birthday, I looked like a gorilla. And this was when I started having nocturnal emissions, and not knowing how to meet my physical and sexual needs. I was a gross looking kid
I started doing something about it in the early Summer of 1965.I lost about 25 lbs and started to work out with weights and doing aerobics religiously. I trimmed up fairly quickly and developed a bodybuilder's physique so that at least I'd feel strong and look healthier. I grew a Prince Valiant hairstyle and Hugh Jackman ‘Wolverine’ style sideburns. I also became very sarcastic and sardonic and went out of my way to challenge anybody who ever gave me a hard time. Maybe the phrase ‘quietly fierce' is appropriate.
One sultry August night in 1968 (I was 16), I was up at the municipal pool, swaggering around and showing off my stuff. I was going to be starting my junior year in High School. The former Captain of the Girl's Volley Ball Team started to put the moves on me. She had just graduated and was the June Wilkinson/Jayne Mansfield/Anita Ekberg of the Class of 1968. She started bumping into me in the shallow end of the pool and was constantly nudging and pressing into me. I asked her what she wanted and her reply was ‘I want to see what's inside of your pants’.
I decided to oblige her and we left the pool and drove up to the local ‘Lover's Lane.’ We stared to neck in the front seat of my car, with the additional caresses and touching as was felt to be good. We then got out of the front seat, undressed each other (down to the buff) and got into the back seat. We had a tongue wrestling contest and I proceeded to kiss and suck her nipples. She rolled me over onto my back and then started to ‘play the skin flute’. I was petting and stroking her head while she was doing it and when I shot my load, she took it very deep and swallowed every drop. While I was catching my breath, she said ‘I always wanted to have a boy loose his virginity in my mouth.’ We waited until I was ready for action again, and started once more to kiss (a la Francais) and nibble her nipples. Finally, I took her and I had my first act of intercourse. This was repeated once more. (3 ejaculations on 1 night, even for a horny adolescent with the hormones raging, is quite a lot).
We lay in each other's arms for a while, whispering the sweet nothings and enjoying the bliss. Then we dressed and I took her home. When I dropped her off, she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and told me that I was a strong man, a mighty lover and she would always remember this night. I slept very soundly and felt very peaceful
I didn't see her again until 2 years later I was at the cinema and recognized her as did she me. We started to talk and I asked her where she had been, as I had wanted to get back together with her. She informed me that there had been an unexpected consequence of our love making.(Somebody showed up 9 months later.) I asked her as to why she didn't call me, as I would have married her. Her reply was that she didn't want me to get into any legal trouble. Ever since then I was always careful to make sure I had a Sheik whenever I went out on the prowl.’
Footnote: naturally, my first question was…why didn’t she tell you that she was pregnant? And what happened to your child?
‘In Florida, at that time, if a 16 year old (me) and an 18 year old (her) had sexual relations, it would have been considered child abuse. Consequently, she would have gone to prison. So she went to a home for unwed mothers 2 counties away and had our son.
I am a well-educated, professional man with a substantial income. I spent some time in the late 80s locating him and paid for his education. He's married and has 2 kids of his own (Both born in wedlock.) I visit them on a regular basis.’
All’s well that ends well.