I didn’t mean to shock you.’ (No, but I do want to find your shock point.)
‘I wasn’t shocked. Uh… I liked it.’
`Cross your heart and shame the Devil?’
‘Yes, indeed!’
‘Good.’ I waited while he got ready. ‘Now, Charles. Take me.’
I was clumsy and inexperienced but nevertheless I had to guide him – gently, as his
pride had already been hurt once. Charles was even less skilled than I. Probably
what he knew of sex came from barber shops and pool halls and behind barns – the
ignorant boasts of bachelor males… whereas I had been taught by an old and wise
medical doctor who loved me and wanted me to be happy.
I had in my purse a patent medicine, ‘Vaseline’, to use as a lubricant if I needed
it. Not necessary! -1 was as slippery as boiled flaxseed.
In spite of that – `Charles! Please, dear! Take it easy. Not so fast:
‘But I ought to go fast, first push, Mo. It’ll hurt you less. Everybody knows that.’
‘Charles, I’m not “everybody°; I’m me. Take it slowly and it won’t hurt me at all. I
think.’ I felt eager, terribly excited, and wanted him deep inside me -but he did
feel bigger than I had expected. If didn’t really hurt. Or not much. But I knew it
could hurt plenty if we did this too fast.
Dear Charles did hold still, his face intent. I bit my lip and tried. And again. At
last be was firmly against me and all of him that could reach was inside me.
I relaxed and smiled up at him. ‘There! That’s just fine, dear. Now move if you want
to. Do it!’
But I had taken too long. He grinned, then I felt a couple of quick twitches and he
stopped smiling and looked distressed. He bad spent.
So there weren’t any fireworks for Maureen that first trip, and not much for
Charles. But I wasn’t too disappointed; my prime purpose had been achieved; I was no
longer a virgin. I made note to ask Father about how to make it last longer – I was
certain that I could have reached those fireworks had I been able to stretch it out
a little longer. Then I put it out of my mind and was happy with what I had
accomplished.
And started a custom that stood me in good stead for a long lifetime: I smiled up at
him and said softly, `Thank you, Charles. You were splendid.’
(Men don’t expect to be thanked for it. And at that moment a man is always willing
to believe any sort of compliment… most especially if he hasn’t really earned it
and is uneasily aware of his shortcoming. To thank him and compliment him is an easy
investment that pays high dividends. Believe me, sister mine!)
‘Gosh, Maureen. You’re swell:
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‘You are, too, Chuck sweetheart: I hugged him, arms and legs, then relaxed and
added, ‘Maybe we had better get up. This floor is hard, even with a doubled blanket’
Charles was quiet while he drove us on into Butler – not at all the suave Don Juan
who has just relieved a maiden of that which enriched her not. I was encountering
for the first time that tristesse that some males have after intercourse… while I
myself was bubblingly happy. I no longer minded that I had missed climax – if I had;
I was not sure. Maybe those ‘fireworks’ were something one could do only by oneself.
We had gotten away with it cold and I felt very grown up. I sat up straight and
enjoyed the beautiful day. 1 didn’t hurt, not enough to matter.
I think men often feel buffeted by sex. They have so much to lose and we often give
them little choice. I am minded of a very odd case that involved one of my
grandchildren – how he was pushed around by late and his first wife.
It involved our cat Pixel, too, at that time a small kitten, all fuzz and buzzes.
My grandson, Colonel Campbell, son of my son Woodrow who is also my husband