A considerable portion of adolescents have had some experience with drinking. In many youth circles, it is considered acceptable for below-age boys and girls to drink alcoholic beverages. Thus, drinking and sex are often related activities at young ages. Alcohol is believed to be useful as a means of emboldening the boy and rendering the girl more compliant to his advances.
I was thirteen and just out of eighth grade. She had enough to
make her tight before we decided to go for a swim by ourselves.
After much talk and the Scotch had time to reach her head and
mine, we decided to swim in the nude. I had never been with a girl
naked before, and the idea excited me greatly. After the initial
embarrassment wore off, we just stood there and caressed each
other for about half an hour.
Then it dawned on us that we were
cold and should get out. We agreed to dry each other and I
proceeded first. I remember being amazed at her reaction when I
dried her breasts, and how I did it again and again.
We had had a few drinks, which helped to relax us, and which does
give me more courage. We both seemed to have the same idea that
night. We had our first sexual intercourse.
One of the finest times we had together was when my parents were
out of town and my steady slept overnight. It was planned that he
would sleep in one room and I would sleep in another. I had been
asleep for a couple of hours when he came in and woke me with a
kiss. He had been drinking a little and was talking freely. He
hopped in bed beside me, and we talked about the future together.
Many secrets and inner desires were exchanged between us, which
brought us very close together.
Accompanied by a case of beer and a couple of sleeping bags, we
proceeded on an evening canoe trip. We paddled across the lake and
set up camp. We drank and proceeded to our sleeping bags. I had
never felt so comfortable in a boy's arms.
I was sixteen, a junior in high school, and drunk. He took complete
advantage of the situation. He carried me to the bedroom, took off
all of my clothes, and "made love" to me. The expression "made love"
is for the lack of a better one, since it implies a combined effort that
did not exist. I remember almost nothing about intercourse with
him, except for three tiny scenes when I woke up: (1) when he was
taking my clothes off; (2) when he was on top of me and spreading
my legs; (3) when he was shaking me and saying that he loved me.
The next morning I woke up in bed next to him. My first hangover
and first intercourse in the same night was a terrible combination.
My head was on the floor with my feet, my stomach was completely
empty because I had been sick, and my pelvis, hips, vulva, and
vaginal canal were so painful! I hated him that morning, and I
went home to sleep and gather my thoughts. The short-range
outcome of the experience was two very anxious and apprehensive
weeks at camp until I got my period, a severed relationship with
him, a despise for him and all boys, and a loss of self-esteem and
confidence.
I worried about my reputation for a while, and whether
my friends knew of my sordid affair, and if that affected their
feelings towards me. But I soon stopped worrying and everyone
who knew forgot that they did. I guess time is every mistake's
friend.
After a bit of drinking, we got bold and decided to go to the home of
a girl with a known reputation.