I was very skeptical about petting, but he convinced me that the more you like a person, the more sex there is. He said that boys often mentally undressed girls that they are attracted to. I thought that they were being terribly vulgar and revolting, but I began wondering what else boys think about, and started asking questions, and he asked me questions about girls in return.
He told me the many Kinsey statistics, and the one that
really caught me by surprise was the high percentage of males that
masturbate. I never could come to grips with it in my own mind or
understand the necessity of it, and thought it was something
morally wrong. I actually made my boyfriend promise me at one
point that he wouldn't masturbate anymore. He also told me about
the masturbating contests that the high school athletes had on
their bus trips and in the shower room.
I could not believe that all those nice friends that I had could be so awful! He told me how
hard it was for him to control his emotions when I wore shorts or a
bathing suit or when I flopped down on the furniture in certain
positions, and I vowed to be careful and not to do anything that
might excite him.
However, after a few more discussions about sex,
I found myself going out of my way to do just that and to tease him.
I dare say I have told her all she knows about sex, either directly or
indirectly. This can be exemplified by the fact that when I first
attempted to pet with her, about six months after our first date, she
let me do it without any objections. Since I was brought up to be
basically moral, I asked her why she had let me do it.
This was one relation I wanted to preserve and to be as healthy as possible. Very
sincerely, she told me that her girlfriend had said that it was all
right to pet with a boy that you liked. I was dumbfounded to say the
least; my ego was a bit inflated, but nonetheless I had a feeling of
guilt. I told her that this wasn't considered proper behavior for our
age and that it was morally wrong.
I told her that it wasn't anything drastically foreboding but that it could lead to further
complications with which I had to enumerate and explain also. She
listened attentively and, as I was to find out later, assimilated and
took to heart my words of advice. At the time I felt like a father
explaining the wicked ways of the male subculture to an innocent
daughter. It was a new and good experience for me, and I tended to
pat myself on the back for being so self-righteous. As it turned out, I
had a change of heart and wished that my advice had not been
taken verbatim. Later on in certain circumstances, I got the so-
called cold-shoulder for later attempts, hearing my own
condemnation of petting over and over again.
While I was going with him, my sex education included a widening
of my vocabulary. These new words were sex slang. The first and
most frequent used term was 'touched.' He also said to 'touch' him. I
learned that this meant to touch his penis so he would be 'satisfied';
he always begged me to let him touch me so I would 'got hot.'
Another term was 'eat.' I had never heard it before. One day he
asked me if he could eat me that night when we went out.
Not knowing what to say, I said, "We will see." That night he asked me
again, and again and I asked him what it was. Eat was to put the
tongue into the vagina in the female or it could be considered penal-
mouth contact in the male. He also wanted to eat my ear and my
tongue. The term most important to him was 'come.' Come was
synonymous with climax. To climax was all-important to him.