They had been talking about each woman’s first sexual encounter. All the older ladies had shared as much as they dared when Auntie popped up with her own story. Auntie was the beautiful dark eyed, dark haired, dark skinned daughter of Mimi’s last lover before she married Grandad.
Auntie had listened quietly to all the stories and then took her own turn with the “Boca.” “My high school boy friend and I were playing it safe,” she began. “We had heard all the stories about teenage pregnancies, and Mimi’s abortions. We decided to wait. We never even kissed much. I was a virgin.
On our wedding night, both of us were very nervous. We didn’t know quite where or how to begin. Finally after some confusing foreplay in the total dark, he found the proper location, and finished immediately. It hurt like hell, and I bled all over the sheets. He was embarrassed and went into the bathroom to clean himself off while I sat there and wept.
What have I got myself into? I thought. He was the most boring man I could have ever chosen for a mate. He only liked it one way: Missionary, and he never did learn to satisfy me. I had two kids to take care of and a small house that I kept in fastidious fashion. In my mid twenties I became sexually awakened and began looking for something else. I didn’t know what for, but I was looking anyway.
I found the love of my life; an older divorced man living down the street. I dressed up in my cutest summer shorts outfit and strolled by his place while he was watering one day. He asked me in for a glass of iced tea. One thing led to another. I made my decision to run away with him.
I left my kids and my husband for my lover and ran off to Las Vegas. My own mother testified against me in court at the custody hearing. No one in the family talked to me for a full decade. My lover died in my arms ten years later, but I’ve never been sorry. I had the love of my life.
Still, I wish I would have tried doing it at least once before getting married. If I had, I would have never gone through with it. That would be the advice I would give any woman. Try it, and if you don’t like it, at least you will know not to marry the guy.”
“But be safe,” the Girl thought. She had listened to her mother’s warnings about condoms, VD, AIDS, and she certainly did not want to get pregnant right out of the gate.
(First published 3/9/13)
