Chapter 4
"She Showed Me The Ropes!"
"I still couldn't believe it after it happened. A grown girl ... well, a woman, I guess ... letting a guy my age see everything she had. And the things she did to me and showed me how to do to her was better than any of the stuff I'd talked about with my buddies. She really 'showed me the ropes I'"
The preceding comment was made by Jamie C. when he was 13 years of age. It was reported in a study of the sexual habits of male teen-agers conducted in a five-state area of the eastern United States. What is unusual about Jamie's comment-at least in terms of statistical incidence is the fact that the young lady to whom Jamie refers was 26 years old at the time of their relationship.
The following case history reproduces in full Jamie's own version of how this relationship came to be, the manner in which it was carried out, and the emotional impact that this relationship produced in Jamie's contemporary and subsequent sexual behavioral patterns.
"None of the guys believed me, and I promised her I wouldn't tell her brother because he's my age and she might get into trouble with their family, but when Sheila came back to live with her parents that summer, it sure was a lucky break for me.
"After school was out, my neighbor, Billy, left for summer camp. I didn't go anywhere, so I was just moping around the house not doing much of anything. Once in a while I would get a lawn mowing job to keep my parents happy, but outside of that I was pretty bored. That was before Sheila got there. I had heard Billy mention his sister before, but I never paid much attention to it. Sometimes he'd mention that his family had gotten a card or a letter from her, but that's about all. I don't have any brothers or sisters, and Billy's sister Sheila was so old-geez, she was 26-that it was just the same as if he didn't have any brothers or sisters either. After she had come back home, I heard my mom tell my dad that she was there, and that she guessed her parents were real glad to see her because she worked in New York and hadn't been home in a long time. My mom said that she bet Sheila would be bored, because the town we lived in was just a little place, and she said Sheila was probably used to living in New York and getting to do the stuff that big city people do.
"One day I was throwing a tennis ball up against our garage wall and catching it when it bounced back, when I saw a big beach umbrella set up in Billy's back yard. See, our yards set next to each other at the back, and you could see across from one to the other except for the garages and a few trees that grew along the fence between our property. I walked over a little closer and looked through the trees at the umbrella, and I saw that somebody was lying underneath the umbrella. It was a woman wearing a bathing suit. I guessed it must be Sheila, Billy's sister. She was propped up on her elbows reading some magazine, and she had a glass full of something with ice in it beside her. She was lying on her stomach with her legs stretched out behind her. What got my attention, though, was that the straps to the top of her bathing suit were untied and were just lying on either side of her, leaving her back completely uncovered. I don't think I'd ever before seen a woman so near naked. Her bathing suit was blue, and it didn't cover very much of her even at the bottom where her hips were. I was looking at her from behind, so I couldn't see her face, but she had real black hair that she wore about even with her shoulders. Just then I realized that I had kind of been staring at her and I was afraid that she might turn and see me, so I went back and started throwing my tennis ball against the garage wall again for a while.
"That night when I went to sleep, I had a dream about her. I dreamed that I was watching just like I had been doing earlier, but that I was seeing her from the front instead of from behind. And I dreamed that I could see the top of her ... I mean her chest, the part where her bathing suit was supposed to cover. It gave me a real funny feeling."
Further questioning at a later date disclosed the fact that Jamie had experienced his first nocturnal emission during this dream. He had been too embarrassed to go into detail about this facet of his dream at the time this part of the interview had been conducted.
"The next day I was in the back yard again. I looked over to see if the umbrella was there, but it hadn't been set up, so I went on playing ball against the wall of our garage. In just a few minutes, another tennis ball came whizzing over the fence and hit the ground right beside me. I picked it up and before I could figure out where it had come from I heard a voice calling, 'Hello, hello ... anybody over there? It was coming from the direction of Billy's house, so I went over toward the fence and there was this woman standing there holding a tennis racket and dressed in a white tennis outfit with a real short skirt.
"She asked me if I'd seen a ball come into my yard and I said yes, and gave it back to her. When I went up to hand it across the fence to her, I saw her up close for the first time. She was really pretty-her face and hair and her long legs made her really look nice. I was kind of embarrassed to be talking to her, but when she asked me if my name was Jamie, I was surprised that she knew. She told me her mother had mentioned that one of Billy's friends lived just beyond the back yard fence. Then she noticed the tennis ball in my hand.
"She asked me if I played tennis and I told her I did, but that it was a long way to the tennis courts and I didn't have any way to get there. She said, 'I always play tennis a lot every summer, but I've been away from this town for years so I don't know anybody. If you'd like to be my tennis partner occasionally, I could drive us to the courts in my car. Do you really like to play?'
"I was glad she had asked me, because for my age I was a pretty good player. I told her I guessed I'd like to do that, but I'd have to ask my mother. I kind of felt silly saying that,' because it made me sound like a little kid, but Sheila didn't say anything about it, so I felt much better. I told her I'd see her the next day and tell her what my mother had said, if she was going to be out in the yard again. She said she probably would, because she had been either batting the tennis ball around or sunbathing almost every day since she had been home. She said, 'Haven't you noticed me out here before?'
"The first thought that leaped to my mind was how I saw her while she was wearing her bathing suit and had her straps off. I think I got kind of red in the face. Anyway, I stammered a little bit and finally told her that I hadn't seen her out there before. I don't know why I told her a lie ... I guess I thought she'd be mad if she knew I'd been watching her when she didn't have any clothes on. While we were talking at the fence I began to feel sort of nervous, because she was standing close enough that I could smell her perfume. And since I'm tall for my age, I could look right down the top of her low-cut white blouse. But I got self-conscious about it and turned my head so I couldn't see her there.
"My mom said I could go with Sheila to play tennis. She even said she thought it was real nice of Sheila to ask me, and said that Billy must have a nice sister. The next day I got ready and Sheila and I got into her car and we were off. As soon as I was inside the car I noticed that Sheila wasn't wearing her tennis outfit. She was wearing a mini-dress that wasn't much longer than her tennis skirt, though. The blue dress she wore was eight or ten inches above her knees and underneath she had on green tights. Since I was wearing my tennis shorts and was all set to play, I asked why she wasn't wearing her tennis clothes and she seemed surprised.
"She asked, 'Isn't there some place to change clothes at the tennis courts we're going to?'
"I guess she was used to stuff like that back in New York City, but a town the size of ours was lucky to have concrete courts to play on, much less a place to change your clothes when you got there. I told her that and she didn't seem a bit ruffled. I thought maybe she would want to turn around and go back home where she could change, but she just shrugged her shoulders and said, 'Don't worry, I'm sure I can find some place to change.' While we were driving along she looked and asked me how old I was. I thought she probably knew already from Billy's mother, so I wondered why she asked.
"I told her I was 13 and she said, 'You're pretty good-sized for 13, aren't you? My brother Billy is quite a bit smaller than you, as I remember. Of course, I've been away so much during the past few years that I can't keep very good track of how big he is.'
"I told her that I was a little bigger than Billy and that I guessed I was pretty big for my age. Just then we passed over a small bridge and past a thicket of trees by the creek running under it. The tennis courts we were going to were out at the edge of town, so there weren't many houses around. Sheila pulled over to the side of the road and said, 'This looks like a good place to change my clothes.'
"In a flash, she was out of the car and pulling a little flight bag out of the back seat that had her tennis outfit inside. She was reaching past me to get it, and I couldn't help noticing her big breasts moving around inside her dress every time she would stretch her arms over the seat. As she started to walk away from the car, she turned to me and grinned, saying, 'Don't peek, now, Jamie. You might see something you're not supposed to.'
"My face turned red and I mumbled something She seemed to think it was funny for me to get flustered over thinking about the possibility of seeing her with some of her clothes off. As she closed the car door and started to walk away, she playfully ran her hand through my hair and mussed it up a little. As she walked down the hill toward the creek, she yelled, 'I'll just be a minute!' I sat waiting for her to come back, but while I did I watched her until I couldn't see her anymore because of the trees and underbrush. In a few minutes she was back in the same tennis outfit I'd seen her in the back yard of her house.
"When she slid into the car she said, 'You didn't peek, did you?' By this time I was beginning to get used to her joking with me a little bit, so I told her I hadn't peeked and let it go at that. After we got to the courts and played a while,, we stopped to rest for a few minutes.
"'You're pretty good, you know,' she said to me.
"It made me feel good to hear her say that, but it's a wonder I had been any good at all. While we were playing I couldn't concentrate on the game very well. I was too busy looking at Sheila as she dashed all around over the court. Lots of times when she would bend over I could see all the way up between her legs to the place where her tennis pants made a red line from being a little too tight.
"I didn't talk much, so she kept trying to draw me out more. I couldn't figure why she was paying me so much attention. Then she began to ask me stuff about school and what I did on weekends. Before I answered her she said, 'Don't worry about me being Billy's sister. I won't tell anything you tell me.' I didn't know what she was driving at because I couldn't think of anything I'd be afraid of her telling Billy. For a minute I thought of telling her about the time me and some more boys had-shot out two windows of old Mr. Tucker's house with our BB guns, but I didn't think that would interest her very much so I skipped over it Then Sheila asked about girls. She said, 'Don't you have any girlfriends yet? I thought most boys were dating by the time they were your age.'
"Actually I'd never been any place with a girl in my life, but I didn't want to tell her that if she thought I was old enough to be dating girls. So I said, 'Oh, sure ... I have a couple of girlfriends. But their mothers say they can't date any boy until they're 15, so they can't go any place with me.' I don't know what made me tell such a whopper. Maybe I should have just gone ahead and told her I didn't have any girls because I hadn't been much interested in them, but I didn't.
"Sheila said, 'I'd think that a good-looking boy like you would have girls chasing him all around. Don't you know any girls that are old enough to date?'
"I told her that all the older girls liked guys that were older than they were. Then, while we were talking, it began to get cloudy. In a little while big drops started to fall from the sky. Sheila yelled, 'Hurry, let's get into the car or we're going to be drenched!' We both ran and headed for the car. On the way there Sheila slipped and slid into me when she came to a spot of ground that was already wet from the rain. When she put her arms around me to keep her balance I got a feeling I'd never had before. I felt her breasts all spongy and bouncy pressing into me for a few seconds. Boy, it really felt good! When we got into the car I was still thinking about the way they felt against my shoulder and arm.
"After we were sitting in the front seat of the car she turned around so that she was facing me.
She had a big smile on her face. What she said next really flipped me out
"'Well, well, you got a little feel out there when I slipped and ran into you, didn't you, Jamie?" She saw that I was getting red in the face, so she kept grinning and put her hands on my shoulders as she spoke to me.
"She looked me right in the eye and said, 'Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed because you touched me. It was an accident but even if it hadn't been an accident it's okay. Let me ask you a question. These girl friends you have-have you ever kissed them and hugged them? Have you?'
"I didn't feel like putting up a front anymore so I told her that I hadn't. She kept her hands on my shoulders like she was my big sister, but that made her breasts stand up right in front of me so she didn't seem exactly like a sister to me.
"She said, 'Jamie, I'm going to do something for you, if you want me to. I'm going to show you something about girls, so that when you go out on a date you'll know what to do. Would you like that?"
"I didn't know exactly what she meant, but the sound of it was terrific. I was dying for her to go ahead and show me what she was talking about. I said, 'Sure I would. What do you mean?'
"'Well, for one thing, Jamie, I think you should know what a girl looks like. Have you ever seen a girl-really seen her, I mean? Have you ever caught a glimpse even, of what a girl is like underneath her clothes?'
"I mumbled, 'N-n-no.'
"Sheila said, 'Well then, you're going to find out right now. At least you're going to find out part of it. No one can see inside this car, Jamie. It's raining hard now, so the windows are dripping with water. I'm not going to take off all my clothes here in the car, because it's too much trouble-'
"I was beginning to lose the hope that had been building up inside me.
"'But I am going to show you what a woman looks like from the waist up. Do you want to see me with the top of my dress down?'
"Hope rushed back to my mind as quickly as it had left. I couldn't answer fast enough. 'Gollee, yes!' I said to her. 'Will you? Will you let me see?'
"'Just watch,' she said with a smile on her face.
"Then she took her hands from my shoulders and started unbuttoning the top of her dress. She turned her legs up in the seat and I could see a long ways up her thighs, which were covered with the green tights. Except I thought they were just thick green stockings. I didn't know much about women's clothes, and so as far as I knew, her tights just went up around her thighs and were held on with garters. I didn't know then that they went all the way up and included built-in panties. While I was sneaking a look up her dress she saw me.
"She said, 'Oh, you're interested in what's down there, too, aren't you? Well, you aren't going to get to see anything below my waist. Not today, anyway. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll show you what's down there later. But just maybe,' she teased.
"She had already unbuttoned her two top dress buttons. I could see the top of her brassiere. It was one of those that look real white and pretty, with stitching around the top of it. Having her do this for me made me get dry in the mouth and made me hear blood pounding in my ears. It was so loud I almost wondered if she could hear the noise.
"Sheila was still smiling at me. She went ahead and unbuttoned the top five buttons on her dress, so that now I could see her whole brassiere. Then she reached up and pulled her dress-top down around her shoulders. I could see the upper parts of her breasts straining against the top of her brassiere like they might burst out at any minute. I just stared at her, not knowing what to do.
"Sheila said, 'Want to see what's under my brassiere? That's just cloth you're looking at, you know.' I wanted that, but I also wanted something else. Sheila seemed to know what it was without me asking for it.
"'Jamie, what are you thinking about? Come on, you can tell me. Are you thinking about how it would feel to touch me here?' She pointed to her breasts.
"I was too nervous to talk. I just nodded.
"Then she said to me, 'Go ahead, then. I won't bite you. You can touch me there.' I put my hand forward slowly, letting my fingers finally light on her chest just below her collar bone. I couldn't bring myself to touch her lower. My hands were already shaking just from doing what I had done so far. Her skin as smooth as a blown-up balloon, and it was warm to my touch. I could feel heat coming from her body now that she had removed her clothing.
"Finally I got up the nerve to let my hands fall to the top of her brassiere. When I did this she grinned and said, "That's the idea. Don't be afraid to touch my body. After all, I'm letting you do it'
"Once my hands had touched her brassiere and felt the mounds beneath it, I began to feel a tremendous pleasure growing between my legs. It was a feeling like the dream I had had the night after I had seen her lying under the umbrella. She reached behind her and made some motion with both her hands that made her brassiere suddenly go limp.
"'Now, Jamie, you can take it all the way off. I told you I was going to show you what a woman looks like. Go ahead ... remove my bra. I've already unfastened the catch behind, so you should be able to do the rest all by yourself.'
"I lifted her brassiere up and her big round, white breasts came tumbling out from under them. It was the first time I'd ever really seen a woman's breasts, and it just about took my breath away. From there on it was automatic. My hands went right for her two big knockers like it was the most natural thing in the world. I grabbed a big handful of each one but she stopped me by putting her hand on my shoulder again.
"'Wait a minute, Jamie,' she said, 'there's something you need to know about the way girls feel. You're grabbing my breasts too hard. Now, I told you I'd show you something about girls so you'd know what to do when you go out on a date. Well, this is part of what I meant. No girl wants her breasts handled as rough as you were doing right now. Oh, I know, you were all hot because it it something new to you, so that's okay. But what you should do, if you want the girl to like what you're doing, is to touch the breasts more lightly, especially around the nipples. See, like this.' She took my hands at the wrists and guided them lightly over both her nipples. 'Any girl will like it if you do it like this,' she told me.
"I didn't need any encouragment to keep doing what she had showed me. I kept rubbing her nipples and the dark area around them, which she told me was called the areola. I guess she could see that doing this was making me have that feeling between my legs.
"She asked, 'Is something happening to you down there between your legs, Jamie? What's wrong?' I could tell she was joking with me again. She knew exactly what was wrong, if you could call it that.
"I said, 'I have this ... well, my-' but she interrupted.
"'Do you mean your peter is getting hard? Is that what you mean? Or is that what you call it? Do you call it your penis or your peter, or what? Am I right?' She put her hand onto my lap so she was able to feel my hard little penis through my pants.
"I nodded my head up and down. 'Yeah,' I said, 'yeah, that's what it's doing. I don't know what I call it,' I told Sheila. 'I don't guess I call it anything.'
"'Well, I guess we'll call it your little peter for now,' she said. 'And when you grow up, who knows? You might have a peter so big that the girls will call it a horse cock!'
"Then she pulled her brassiere back on and fastened it in back again, covering her breasts. My peter was still hard as a rock, even if it wasn't so big yet. As she started buttoning her blouse back up, she said, 'That'll do for today's lesson. If you can keep this a secret, maybe we can do more of this.'
"I assured her I wouldn't tell a soul, and asked her when we could do something again.
"She laughed and said, 'You must have liked that quite a bit, huh? Well, I don't know just when it'll be. We'll see. Remember, I just live right across the fence from you.'
"As soon as she had buttoned her dress back, she turned on the ignition key and started the motor. In a few minutes we were back home. She let me out in front of my house and said she'd see me some time. As I got out of the car, she reached and gave my crotch a quick pat and told me, with a big grin, to be good.
"For the next few days I didn't see Sheila. The longer I went without seeing her the more I wanted to. I got so that I would go out and climb on our garage in hopes of maybe seeing her through one of the windows in her house, but I never did. And at night, I made a new discovery about myself. Just from thinking about Sheila with her brassiere off, I found that my peter, as she liked to call it, would get hard as a rock. And I also discovered that it felt very good for me to rub up and down on it. When I did this I would always think of how Sheila had touched it through my pants when we had been sitting in the rain, and about how she had patted me there as I got out of the car. Every night after I went to bed I would think of her and slide my hand up and down the shaft of my hard peter until it would begin to feel so good I could hardly stand it. One night I did it so much that I had a wild, explosion in my peter that made me shake all over. And in few seconds I felt warm, thick fluid shooting out from the head of my peter. After this happened it suddenly dawned on me that this was what I'd overheard some of the older guys at my school refer to as 'jacking off.' I got up out of bed and ran to the bathroom so I could get some water to wash the fluid off my bed. I didn't want my mother to find it.
"About a week later, there was a knock on our front door and when my mother answered it, there stood Sheila. She came in and introduced herself to my mother, and said that her mother wanted to borrow some black thread. She had been sewing something, Sheila said, and had run out of thread right in the middle of her work. My mother gave her the thread, but before Sheila left she told my mother that she was glad I knew how to play tennis, that I had played well and helped her to while away a few hours the previous week. When I heard her mention my name, I went into the room where my mother and Sheila had been talking.
"Sheila and I said 'Hi' to one another, and Sheila remarked to my mother that she and her mother needed their yard mowed. She told my mother it hadn't been cut since Billy had gone to camp, and that they would pay me three dollars for the job if I would do it.
"I spoke up right away-'Sure, I'll do it for you.' I asked when they wanted it done and Sheila said, 'Any time tomorrow after 10 in the morning." I told her I'd be there. After Sheila left, my mother mentioned how nice it was of her to offer me the job. I agreed with her, but I had a different reason. I was thinking of how I might get to play around some more with Sheila. I couldn't be sure about it, but it looked like Sheila winked at me as she went out our front door. I hoped she was planning to give me some more 'lessons' on what to do with girls on dates, but I couldn't be certain that's what would happen.
"The next morning I was at Sheila's house five minutes early knocking on the door. When her mother came to the door she said to come on in and left me sitting in the front room while she went into another room for a second. When she came back she told me that she had to leave, but that Sheila would show me what needed to be done and where the lawn-cutting tools were. She said she was going to a club meeting and would be gone all day, but that Sheila would be down shortly. Then she dashed out the door and left me sitting in their living room waiting for Sheila. As I watched her mother's car pull out of the driveway and start down the street I heard Sheila's voice. She was calling me from upstairs.
"'Where are you?' I called back.
"'Upstairs,' she shouted, 'Come on up.'
"I went up the stairs and walked to Billy's bedroom. I knew where it was because during the school year we often worked on model airplanes there. As I came to his door, I heard Sheila's voice come from farther down the hall.
" 'On down here,' she called to me. 'I'm down at this end of the hall.'
"As I approached the room from which her voice came I wondered why she just kept yelling to me and never had come downstairs like her mother had said she would. When I got to Sheila's door, I knew the answer. Sheila was still in bed. She hadn't gotten up yet for the day, and was still lying in her bed. She had the covers pulled up to her chin.
"When I walked into the room, she raised up just enough to let the cover slip down a few inches and pointed toward the foot of the bed.
"'Have a seat,' she offered. I sat down on the foot of her bed.
"'Don't worry about the lawn,' she told me. "The work we need done will take you about an hour. Mother's going to be gone all day, so you have plenty of time for that'
"My hopes were rising that I was going to get to see her again ... to see her body again with no clothes on. At least I might get to see her breasts again, I thought to myself-and maybe more. My mind raced.
"She lay back with her head on the pillow and her hair was fanned out around it. She had her big smile on again, and this time I smiled back. This seemed to amuse her.
"She said, 'I don't feel like getting up yet. I knew you'd be here at 10, so I just thought I'd call you up here when you came. I knew my mother was leaving as soon you got here.'
"'Good,' I said. 'I hoped I could see you today. I didn't know for sure if you'd even be home or not. But I was hoping you would be.'
"'Oh, you were, were you?' she kidded me. 'Now why would that be?' she asked.
"I began to get a little red in the face, so I turned my head.
"'Tell me a secret about yourself, will you, Jamie?' she asked.
"I didn't know what she wanted to ask. I said, 'I guess. What is it you want to know?'
"'I want to know,' she said, 'whether you've been thinking any about what I showed you the other day?'
"I told her that I had. Then she wanted to know where I had been and what I had been doing when I thought about her.
"'It was mostly in bed,' I answered her, 'before I went to sleep at night.'
"'That's when I thought it might be,' she said to me. 'And how did it make you feel to think about my breasts while you were in your bed?'
"I realized that somehow she seemed to be driving at what I'd been doing to myself in bed. I couldn't imagine how she could possibly know, but that's how the conversation seemed to be headed. Then she became more direct.
"'Jamie, tell me the truth. Do you get a good feeling in your peter when you think of my breasts being naked like they were last week in the car?'
"I hung my head. 'Yes,' I finally said. I knew I was talking so low that she could barely hear me, but I felt embarrassed to be talking about the subject. 'Yes, it makes it all hard and throbbing when I think of that,' I said.
"'There's no reason to be bashful when you're telling me about it,' she said. 'Don't you know that it gives me pleasure to think that the sight of my body makes your peter hard?'
"The thought of Sheila getting pleasure from me was something I hadn't considered. It was a nice thought. 'Oh,' I said, a little more at ease, 'no, I didn't know.'
"'If thinking of me made your peter hard, I'll bet you did something about it, didn't you?' she asked.
"I couldn't look at her as I answered. And I didn't say anything-I just nodded my head.
"'Do you know how I know about what you do when you have a hard peter?' she asked.
"I shook my head.
"'Because everybody does it,' she said, 'even girls.'
"I was amazed. I didn't understand what she meant. She saw my confusion.
"'I don't mean that girls play with themselves exactly like boys,' Sheila laughed, 'but we still rub ourselves between our legs if we feel sexy enough.'
"I had a vague understanding of what she must mean. While I was considering what she had said, she wanted to know how my peter felt right then. I told her it was very hard. She patted the bed and motioned for me to come nearer to her.
"'Come on down here to the head of the bed,' she said, 'and let me see how hard it is.'
"I moved to the spot she had pointed out. She reached out and touched the bulge my penis was making in my pants. As she did this, some more cover slipped down and I could see part of one breast. That made my peter that much harder still.
"Then she slowly took hold of the zipper to my fly and said, 'Let's examine this peter a little better. You don't mind if I get it out here in the light where I can see it, do you?' She zipped down my fly and said, 'let's examine this peter a little betinside and came out with my peter. It felt so good for her to touch it.
"As she held it and slowly skinned it back, she said, 'You've told me a secret, so now I'll tell you one. I'm lying here without a thing on underneath this cover. Would you like to see?' The thought of seeing her whole body naked was almost more than I could handle. I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"'Then go down to the foot of the bed and strip off all your clothes,' she commanded. I did as she said, even though I felt a little cold and a lot more bashful than cold. But the thought of getting to see her naked was enough to get me to do almost anything.
"'Now raise the very bottom of the bedcovers,' she told, 'and crawl up underneath. You can see me with no clothes, but you'll have to see me in the dark.'
"I climbed underneath and immediately smelled a kind of sweet musky smell that I associated with Sheila. My peter was very hard. It was all dark and I couldn't see a thing at first, but I could feel. Sheila put her hand down to where I was and pressed my fingers around her ankle.
"'Maybe you'd better start there,' she said, 'and just see what all you can find.' Touching her ankle made me warm all over my body. Her leg was smooth as glass as far as I could reach. When I got just past her knee, she stopped my hand and asked me a question.
"'You do want to learn what girls like, right?' I said that I did. 'Well,' she went on, 'then I'm going to teach you something now that most girls like more than just about anything.' I was anxious to know what it was.
"'You wanted to feel higher up my leg just now, didn't you?'
"From down underneath the covers I answered, 'Yes!' in a muffled voice.
"'Well, I'm going to show you how to feel me in a very special way. To do it you'll need to use more of your body than just your hands, though. You'll need to use your mouth, too. Will you do what I say for you to do with your mouth?'
"Already I was getting so hot from feeling her leg and ankle that I was wanting to kiss her there. I said, 'Yes, what do you want me to do?'
"She raised the top of the covers up near her head so that for the first time there was enough light underneath the covers for me to be able to see her body. She was looking down between her legs at me. I could see that she had been telling me the truth when she told me her 'secret.' She didn't have a thing on. I could not only see her two big mounds of breasts, I could also see the thick bush of hair between her legs that I knew concealed the part of a woman's body that I had never seen before. My head was about two feet away from the bush of hair which grew up from a beautiful low mound of flesh at the bottom of her stomach. Then she spoke to me again.
"'See that hair between my legs? I want you to play a little game of hide and seek. There's something in that hair that you'll like a lot, I think, when you find it. And when you find it, I'll tell you what to do next. Now bring your head up between my legs and I'll spread my legs so you can get a better look.'
"I crawled forward feeling my hard peter touch her leg until my head was right up between her legs looking down into that thick hairy spot.
"She giggled, 'It's all right. You can touch it. If you don't touch it, how will you ever find what I've got hidden there?'
"I began to slowly brush my fingers through the hair and she reached down and took my hand in hers to guide it for me. She began to move my hand so that my fingers made a stroking motion straight up between her legs, beginning near her ass and ending below her navel. My fingers were getting wet from the juice that had begun to come out of her. In a few minutes she said that I was doing fine at rubbing her there and that I didn't need any help from her to guide me. So she moved her hand off mine and, by raising up a little off her back, she was able to reach my peter.
"As she began to rub it, she said, 'See, Jamie, how you make me wet between the legs when you play with me. It's feeling so good to me that I want you to feel good, too, so that's why I'm giving your peter some more attention.'
"'Is this the part that girls all like so much?' I asked her.
"She smiled and said, 'That's only the beginning of it. What I want you to do now, Jamie, to give me satisfaction, is to put your face right down as close as you can get it in between my legs. I want to show you what a grown woman's pussy looks like.'
"I did as she said. I felt like I wanted to ram my nose as far up between her legs as I could. She saw the reaction it had on me and gave me more instructions.
"'Now put your mouth on it, Jamie.' Her voice was getting kind of quakey and shakey. 'Put your lips right down on the red slit you see there and lick it with your tongue. Especially that little nub at the top of the slit!' She was beginning to breath hard. I did just as she said and felt her move her fingers faster and faster up and down my peter. I looked up from sucking her to see her face, and it was all contorted and animal-like. But she shoved my face back down between her legs, which was fine with me, because I was beginning to like the taste of her almost as well as the smell of her.
"'Not yet,' she said. 'Wait 'til I tell you and then you can slip your little hard peter in there where your tongue is!' I kept sucking away at her. Finally she slipped her other hand over my ass and started pulling me up higher toward her head.
"'Hurry, now, Jamie!' she cried. 'Hurry and slam your little dick into my pussy. I needed you to get me hot enough first with your mouth, because you're going to shoot your load in a hurry since this is your first time!'
"As she guided my peter into her hot, waiting pussy I felt my whole body shudder with excitement and I began to ram her pussy like a piston. I felt a slow fire creeping up the shaft of my peter that seemed bound to explode any minute. She now had both of her hands on my ass and was grinding her pussy against me every time I moved my ass.
"'Keep it up, sweet boy, keep fucking me for all you're worth!' she yelled. When she saw that I was sweating heavy and breathing fast, she started to move her pussy against me even faster and grabbed me around the head as she yelled, 'Now, honey, now. Pump it to me. Now!'
"Just then I felt the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt in my life. My peter let loose a stream of hot fluid and I grabbed two handfuls of her tits as I felt the breath go out of my body. Then I felt her go still underneath me and I fell down on her, exhausted by the intense pleasure I had just experienced for the first time.
"Even after it was over she still let me play around with her some more under the covers as she told me more about what girls like and showed me what she meant. When I left to mow the lawn before her mother got back, she even put her mouth on my peter and sucked and sucked it until I shot another 'load of come,' as she called it, right into her mouth. After we were dressed she warned me never to mention what we'd done to anybody, especially to her brother or mother. I told her she didn't have to worry and I guess she believed me because she let me screw her a lot more before the summer was over. When I went back to school that fall, I felt like I was an expert, and I went right to work, doing what Sheila had shown me, to some of my girlfriends.
"I've thought about it a lot since, and I still don't know why she decided to let a kid as young as me get a piece of her pussy-maybe it was because there were hardly any guys her own age in town that summer, or maybe it was because she honestly wanted to teach me about sex. Whatever the reason, I sure was glad she let me do it."
PSYCHIATRIST'S SUMMARY
Jamie's initial sex experience is worthy of consideration for several reasons. First, his case represents the small minority of males who underwent their first sexual intercourse not with a girl who was of a similar age, but instead with a girl who was considerably older. In Jamie's case this age difference was 13 years. In fact, sex studies have shown that less than 3% of American females have indulged in coitus with partners who were more than five years younger than themselves. Jamie's experience, then, reveals a rather marked deviation from the statistical norm.
Another factor which renders Jamie's case of more than passing significance is the "instructional" nature of his sexual relationship with Sheila. Since Jamie's interview took place four years after the occurrence of his initial sex experience it was possible to view his subsequent sexual activity as an extension of this first sexual contact. It was noted that Jamie had enjoyed a greater number of sex partners during that period than had most males of his age. Further, these relationships exhibited a more pronounced absence of mental and emotional conflict than the relationships of males comparable to Jamie in both age and economic environment.
To the extent that we may accept Jamie's subjective feeling about his sex life from the time of his first encounter with Sheila to the time the interview was conducted, we must conclude that Sheila was actually instrumental in providing Jamie with a better-than-average emotional outlook from which to enter into adult sexual relationships. It was not possible, of course, to determine her motives in initiating the sex acts which Jamie experienced with her. It is nevertheless true that if her objective was to provide sex instruction for the young man, she succeeded well. Whether or not her own sexual drive was of paramount importance in the relationship, the effect appears to be that Jamie profited from it emotionally.
The next step in researching this relationship would be to conduct an in-depth interview with Jamie at a much later date, preferably after his marriage. In this way, the ultimate effect of his unusual first sex experience could be more readily assessed. Unfortunately, because Jamie is only 17 at the time of this writing, such a comparison is impossible.