Dear Diary,
The guy I have a date with is a swell looking guy who works in the loan department. His name is Larry and he's tall and dark, with the greatest eyes you've ever seen. When I told Lena and Sue about him they said he's nothing but a big wolf, but I think they're just jealous. I have to take some clothes to the cleaners. 'Bye for now.
Dear Diary,
It's Thursday night. I can't wait 'till Saturday. Larry is taking me to dinner at some expensive restaurant. I saw him for a few minutes today and he was real nice to me. He couldn't keep his eyes off my body, even at the office. Well, it's guys like him who are welcome to look.
Dear Diary,
It's Friday night. Larry just called to say there'd been a change in plans. What he has in mind now should be even more fun than the restaurant, though, so it's fine with me. He told me that he's a gourmet cook-isn't that exciting?-and that he wants to prepare dinner for us in his apartment.
He has the deepest, most masculine voice I've ever heard. And I've found out around the office that he's dated a lot of girls from there. It's really a compliment that he wants to date me after having so many other girls to choose from. I can't wait until tomorrow night rolls around. I don't know if he has any ideas about getting me in bed or not, but he's so good-looking that I just-might let him if he's nice. Maybe he'll be a guy with the kind of cock I like.
I started taking birth control pills a month ago so I won't have-to worry about that anymore. How I got through high school without getting myself pregnant is more than I know. For a long time I was so uninformed that I thought a girl couldn't have a baby unless she had a climax when she was fucking, but then I found out that was just a lot of bull crap.
But don't get me wrong, Diary. I'm not going to be easy for him, even if he does come on strong. If I like him I just might keep him interested with going all the way for a while. I think my body is exciting enough to do the trick.
And don't think I'm just a big braggart. I looked myself over carefully in the mirror last night after taking a bath and I know why all the guy's eyes follow me around the bank all the time. They just can't wait to watch me bend over so they can try to get a peek down into my blouse. Maybe I don't have the most beautiful face in the world but I more than make up for it my body. When I was looking at myself in the mirror I thought about how all the guys whose eyes are on me all day to see as much of me as I saw in the mirror. My tits are finer and firmer than they ever were, and my legs look better in stockings than any other girl's in the office.
Wish me luck. Tomorrow's the night.
Dear Diary,
It's Sunday morning but I've got to tell you about my date with Larry. I'm reading the Sunday funnies and sitting here in my bra and panties right now. Last night, though, I got down to less clothes than that at Larry's place. Let me tell you all the details and you'll know how hard it is to be a young girl in San Francisco… especially a young girl who happens to have measurements on the order of mine, 39-24-37.
When Larry picked me up I was in real good spirits. And the way he looked me over made me know he was well pleased with what I was wearing. He looked just as good to me as I'm sure I did to him, too. He was wearing a European cut jacket with a great looking white turtleneck sweater.
I had on a light blue knit mini-dress that molded itself perfectly to my figure. And it was a little shorter than the ones I wear to the bank. Larry could see about five inches above my knees-but remember, I am a pretty tall girl so it wasn't an indecent length like some of the girls wear. Of course, when I knelt down or raised my leg to take a high step up stairs or onto a curb I guess Larry could see a little more.
In the car, Diary, it was so funny. It seemed like he couldn't decide where he wanted to keep his eyes-on the road, on my legs, or on my chest. Well, I called it my "chest" where he was looking, but I'm sure that he thought of two big tits instead of a chest. In addition to being shorter than usual, my dress was also pretty low cut. And in a knit dress that's low cut, you can see what a girl's hiding in her brassiere awfully well. My dress had a V-shaped collar that dipped down far enough to let plenty of cleavage show. It was more than just cleavage, really. The way my tits swelled up out.of the open space in my dress gave a good view of plenty of flesh, not just the usual separation of tits like plenty of girls have to be satisfied with. And the way Larry was looking at me, I knew he wasn't missing one little bit of what I had to offer.
On the way to his place we stopped by one of his friend's house to drop off a pair of skis. Larry was loaning them to his friend for the weekend. The thought of Larry flashing down some white, snow-covered hill on a pair of skis was a picture that fitted him very well because he had an athletic build. He was that kind of a guy-he looked like' the kind of fellow you see sailing or horseback riding.
When we were giving his friend the skis Larry insisted that I come in. That kind of pleased me because I got the definite impression that he was showing me off. Larry introduced me briefly and I could see that his friend was looking me over as much as he had. Their interest moved me to display myself a little more. I sat down on the couch and automatically put my hand on the hem of my skirt to adjust it but it was shorter than usual and I wound up just touching my leg at first. I had to look down and consciously tug on it. Larry's friend was able to see quite a ways up my dress, I think, before I finally got myself covered properly.
Larry saw what I was doing and said jokingly, "Hey, Gwenn, we're among friends. Give him a break, will you? Don't cover yourself up so much."
I just smiled and looked down into my lap. I knew I looked good to them but I didn't know how to joke like they were doing. Then they went into the kitchen for a moment before we left, and I heard them talking in low voices. Then Larry's friend laughed and slapped Larry 'on the back good-naturedly. I couldn't be sure what they were talking about but I had a pretty good idea it was me.
Back in the car Larry opened the door for me and made no bones about the fact that he was watching my legs as I lifted them into the car. I just smiled to myself and looked straight ahead through the windshield.
When we got to his place he immediately fixed me a drink and turned on his stereo. Then he invited me to just lie back on his couch while he worked in the kitchen, which was right next to his living room. I told him that I didn't drink much and wasn't sure if I'd like to. I drank a little beer in high school, but I had to sneak to do it so I'd never drank much. If my parents had known that I'd ever put alcohol to my lips they would have had a heart attack.
When Larry found out that I was a little queasy about drinking, he was real nice about it. He said, "Well, worry no more. I've got just the thing for you."
Then he explained that drinking should be fun, He said that some girls tried to drink bourbon or scotch, couldn't stand the taste, and never tried anything else. He promised to concoct a drink that he guaranteed I'd like. Pretty soon he came in and put a tall glass in my hand that had a lemon sticking on the rim and a cherry floating on top. It was very cold, and had crushed ice.
"Try this," he beckoned me.
It tasted much better than I'd expected. Sort of a fruity taste. But there was enough strength to it that it was easy to tell it wasn't just soda pop. It was sort of a red color with a darker cast to the bottom of it.
"What is this, Larry?" I asked.
"It's called a 'bora-bora,'" he answered. "You see, I sort of have two hobbies. One is drinking and cooking, and the other is photography. The drink I made you is one like they serve in Polynesian restaurants. I put simple syrup in it to make it sweet."
Then he leaned over put his hand on my shoulder. My breast was only inches away and he let his hand slide toward it as he said, "I thought the least I could do for a sweet girl is make her a sweet drink that she'd enjoy."
His attention was flattering. He was much more of a sweet-talker than the guys in high school. They had all wanted to either play with you or leave you alone entirely. But Larry seemed genuinely interested in my comfort and this pleased me.
"Oh, thank you," I said, beginning to relax in his warm and comfortable presence.
As he puttered around in the kitchen I continued to drink. Before long I began to feel the effect of the alcohol. A warm, pleasant feeling began to flow through my body. Larry came over and took my glass even before I was quite through with it.
"Since we're going to have dinner soon," he said, "why don't you have another drink now? The food will take away some of the 'high,' you know, if you don't keep ahead
of it."
I offered my glass. "Okay," I answered, "if you'll make me another drink that tastes just like that, I'd like another one right now before we eat."
Larry was pleased. He came back in seconds with a new drink of the strange, sweet stuff he called bora-bora. By the time we ate the excellent meat he prepared, I expected to be out from under the influence of the drink. But I was surprised to find that I could still feel its effect. I guess it was because I wasn't used to drinking much, combined with the fact that I could drink more of the bora-bora because of its pleasant taste.
Larry seemed like someone I could talk to, someone who was interested in more than just my body. I was warming up to him by this time quite a bit. I wanted to know more about him, to find out the things he liked and enjoyed doing.
"You said one of your hobbies was photography. Is that photo over there one that you took?" I asked, pointing to a large, framed black and white picture of the Golden Gate Bridge that hung in the center of the wan.
"Yes, it is," he answered, "now let me show you some more that I've taken."
He went into a smaller room and came back with two albums. On the way back he fixed us both another drink.
"This one is of various sites around the city," he indicated, "and this one is of different girls. Someday I'd like to make my mark as a fashion photographer."
I glanced through the first album and began to look through the second one with great interest. His pictures were lovely. AU the girls were very attractive and it appeared that he had photographed them all in a way that pointed up their best features. I began to wonder what pictures of me would look like. I was thinking that maybe I could get some pictures that showed more of my figure than of my face.
Larry anticipated my question. "How would you like to have some pictures of yourself?"
"Oh, could you?" I asked. I was excited at the prospect of seeing photographs of myself that might be as glossy and attractive as the ones in his albums.
"Why not?" he answered, "I've got all the equipment right here in the next room."
On the way into the room he made us both another drink. I. was definitely feeling my drinks by this time, but I didn't care a bit, Diary. I was having a good time and I wanted to forget about my troubles and enjoy myself.
The room where he kept his photographic equipment turned out to be his bedroom. Maybe if I hadn't been drinking I would have wanted to avoid this particular room, but the way I was feeling made everything different.
"I'm glad you're interested in doing this, Gwenn," Larry said as he set up his equipment. "I guess you know what an attractive figure you have, don't you? I was going to ask you eventually if you would let me take a few shots of you anyway. It's great that you're interested in doing it."
I was shy at his flattering me so. I said, "Oh, gee well thank you for the compliment. I've always been told that I have a pretty nice shape but I've never had a photographer tell me that."
Larry turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Believe me Gwen, you have much more than just a 'pretty' figure. You have one hell of a fine shape."
As he spoke to me he let his hand slide down off my shoulder and onto my back, where it continued to touch me gently all the way down to my buttocks. He was being so gentle in the way that he acted and spoke that I began to think sexy thoughts. I started to wonder if maybe he might be able to arouse me so that I could come.
Then I suddenly realized with shame what I was letting my mind dwell on and I quickly shook off the thoughts and bit my lip in chastisement at such ideas.
"First of all, sit right over there on that chair," he said, as he stepped away from me and set his camera up on a metal, three-legged thing.
I sat down in the chair and he snapped four or five quick shots of me.
"Now go over and sit on the bed," he instructed.
I got up from the chair and almost stumbled as I made my way over to the bed. The bora-bora had made me pretty woozy. I sat down on the bed and waited fur him to tell me what position to take. I was feeling so relaxed that my clothing was beginning to feel binding. I wished that I had been somewhere where I could have taken it off and just laid back on the bed but of course I could never do such a thing in the presence of a man.
I looked up and was surprised to find that Larry had left the room, but he soon returned with two glasses in his hand.
"I made us some bora-bora since you like them so well," he said to me as he handed me one…
"Oh, Larry, I don't know if I ought-"
He interrupted me before I even finished talking and said, "Nonsense, Gwenn. Let yourself go. I know you like this stuff. Now go ahead and enjoy yourself."
I took the drink and smiled feebly as I put it to my lips. The stuff really did taste good, Diary, or I wouldn't have kept on drinking it. I wasn't just drinking the bora-boras to make myself get drunk! Deep down I guess I knew that I shouldn't be allowing myself to drink so much, especially since I had constricted in my clothes, but I kept tossing the stuff down all the same.
"Let's try a shot of you lying down, now," suggested Larry as he shifted his camera around.
"Oh, little 'cheesecake,' huh?" I said.
I must have really been loaded to say that to him, Diary, but I definitely remember saying it.
"No, no-what I'm going to take of you isn't cheesecake, baby," said Larry, getting more familiar: "If you want to see some cheesecake, just take a gander at these."
And he tossed a pile of black and white photos onto the bed beside me.
"Look at those while I get some shots of you, if you want to. You might find that some of them are a little 'raw,' but we're both adults, right?" he said with a little laugh that made me think maybe he wasn't quite the nice, clean-cut fellow that I had taken him to be all evening up 'til that time.
"Now, turn over on your left side," he told me, "and turn your head facing me. That's the way. Now stretch your right leg farther toward the edge of the bed."
I did as he asked.
"No farther," he said, "stretch your leg farther toward the edge so it'll make a more graceful geometric line."
I raised my head a little and looked down so that I could see my leg. It seemed to me that if I did as he asked I would be putting myself where he could look right up my dress. Since I was wearing a mini-dress, I also had on pantyhose, but I still didn't want Larry to be able to see all the way up to where the darker panty top covered my pussy.
When I told him the picture would look bad if I did as he asked he said, "No, listen, Gwenn. The female form is a beautiful thing. Just because I can see up underneath your dress for a: little way doesn't ruin the picture. In fact, it will make it better, if you think you're showing me a lot, take a look at some of the pictures I just gave you to
look at."
I said, "Well, okay. If you're sure I'll look okay with my legs like this."
Then I began to look at the pictures. Diary, I was amazed at what these pictures showed! They were almost an of girls without their clothes on, A few of them showed girls with panties and brassieres on, but some of them showed girls with not a stitch on.
"Larry," I yelled, "these girls are… are naked. Did you take these pictures? What kind of girls would let you take these kind of pictures of them."
Larry just went right on snapping pictures of me as he answered, "Just girls who are proud of the way they look Gwenn, that's all. Some are girls I've known but most are models who want to build up a portfolio, or the girlfriends of guys who are friends of mine and know that I can take good pictures. Surely the fact that some of them don't have any clothes on doesn't disturb a girl with your intelligence, does it?"
I guess his subtle flattery may have swayed me a little. I wasn't sure now to react.
"Oh… well, I guess not," I answered. "If that's the way it is. I just… uh… never saw pictures like this before."
I looked back at the pile of snapshots.
"You… you can even see their… the hair between their legs," I said, not wanting to say 'pussies.' "Gee, I can see everything these girls have got."
Larry suddenly came over to where I was lying and started talking excitedly.
"Yes and I want you to notice one thing about, these pictures, Gwenn, every one of them," he said. "Not one of those girls is nearly as good looking as you are. Do you realize that? Look at them. You're better looking than any of them," he said.
I was kind of blushing by the time he finished, in spite of the fact that I was getting so drunk. I know because my face felt so hot and dry.
"Oh, no, Larry," I giggled, "lots of these girls are prettier than I am. Look at how pretty this girl here is," I said, pointing to one of the pictures.
Larry looked at the picture I held in my hand and said, "No, there's one important difference between this picture and you. All this one shows is the girl's face-but your body is much more attractive than this girl's was. That's why I took a close-up of only her face instead of her entire body."
I looked at the picture. True, it was just a close-up of the girl's face. I shuflled through the pile of pictures as Larry sat beside me on the bed. Finally I came to one that showed a blonde girl who had a pretty nice figure. I hated to use this one because the girl in the picture was entirely nude, but I wanted to find one that I could show Larry as an example of a good body.
"How about her," I pointed. "She has a… uh… nice figure."
"That girl doesn't even begin to have the breast development that you have, Gwenn. Can't you see that?" he said. Then he added, "I haven't seen you without, your clothes on, of course, but I can tell just from what I can see bursting through your blouse that you must have a fabulous pair. Admit it, now, Gwenn. Your breasts and legs are much more attractive than this girl's are."
Then Larry put his hand gingerly on my leg and began to slowly trace his finger from my ankle up toward my thigh as he spoke.
"See how your ankle is so slim here, and how the curve of your calf arches up to your knee in a perfect configuration?"
He was speaking so objectively, so clinically, that I looked down to where his hand was and listened to him as though he were some teacher and I was a student.
"And see how your leg continues on up from your knee in such a slim, trim way. Lots of girls have thighs that get very much thicker than they should starting right about here," he said, touching my leg well above my knee. Only the heel of his hand was visible. 'His fingers were out of sight under the hem of my dress.
I was feeling so relaxed and carefree from the bora-bora that I didn't do a thing but look at him and nod.
"Oh," I said, unsteadily, "really? Are most girls' legs fatter there?"
"Much fatter," he answered, beginning to stroke my thighs way up under my dress. He was touching me high up on the outside of my leg just below my hip bone. I knew I shouldn't be letting him do it, but it was beginning to feel good to me and deep down in my drunken mind I.thought, "May I can do it with him. Maybe I can get the kind of wild new thrill I'm in need of. If I suck his cock for him."
Then I felt his fingers steatlthily creep around to the inner side of my leg. It was right near the crotch of my pantyhose and if I'd been wearing regular panties instead of panty hose he could have just slipped his finger under the elastic and I would have felt it playing in my hairs. As it was, he could only rub me across the tight material that covered my pussy and let me feel the pressure of his finger in the tight crack. And that's just what he did. Soon I was feeling a good solid warmth an around between my legs.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself. "If this keeps up I'm finally going to wind up getting myself screwed. And I'd much rather have his prick in my mouth than between my
legs."
By this time Larry wasn't bothering to talk anymore, he was just giving my pussy the old once over through the thin, mesh material of pantyhose. It felt so good I didn't try to stop him at all. In fact, I began sliding up and down slowly on the bed in rhythm to the movements of his skillful fingers. When he felt me doing this he rolled over on his stomach and I heard his shoes hit the floor. I couldn't help what I did next, Diary. I was getting such a good feeling from his fingers that I let my legs out real wide apart so he could play with me better. When I did that he knew I was going to let him do more with me, and I guess he was hoping it would be a lot more. I wasn't consciously thinking at the time how far I would let him go, but I wasn't considering stopping him at any certain point, either. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy it as long as it kept feeling as good as it was.
I even stretched my foot down and pushed off my shoes, just as he had done. When Larry heard them hit the floor, he hunched up closer to me and reached his hand way up to where the top of my pantyhose were. He wriggled his finger underneath and started slipping them down. 'The Elastic made them tight on me but he managed to get them pulled down below the part of my body he was most interested in and it didn't take him long to do it. Then he placed his finger right at the top of my crack
and started fooling around with the little nubbin at the top. I was fifteen before I found out that was called the "clit," Diary, but it wouldn't have mattered whether I knew the name or not. When Larry touched me there I felt myself getting hotter between the legs than I could even remember for a long time. I guess it was because he was so soft and gentle about it.
Then I felt a hand go to work on my tits. First he just rubbed his hand all over the front of my dress and played with them a little bit by pinching them lightly through the material. Before long I felt the buttons of my dress being undone and I knew I was about to feel his fingers on my bare flesh. When he'd made me naked above the waist by completely opening my dress and letting it down to my waist, I thought, "Oh well, why not?" and I raised myself up off the bed and slipped my dress off over my head. That left me lying on my back below Larry with nothing on but my black net brassiere and my sheer black pantyhose, which were already down around my knees.
For a minute he raised up higher so he could get rid of his own clothes. Then I felt the touch of his nakedness on my stomach and legs. It was then that he started talking again.
"Oh, baby, I can't wait to see those giant tits of yours," he breathed. "I've got to get my hands on those big knobs before I go out of my mind,"
I would rather he have kissed me some but he seemed so intent on having my tits uncovered that I let him have his way. He reached behind me and tugged feverishly for a few minutes. Once I heard him mutter under his breath, "How the hell does this damned catch work, anyway," but he soon discovered the answer and as a result I found myself staring up at him as he took in the sight of my whole body naked before him. The only thing left was my pantyhose hanging down from my knees. I reached down with my hands and tossed them off myself.
When he saw me do that he started talking like a mad man. If I'd been sober I might even have been afraid of him, I think.
"What a hell of a body you've got on you, honey. I'll bet you need fucking bad, don't you? How do you keep from thinking about anything besides screwing with a shape like that. Jesus Christ! I need a mouthful of something before I slip you the rail."
Then he darted his head down and filled his mouth with titty. He sucked on it and then started licking me all up and down my stomach. His tongue even touched my navel. But he was back up my front with his tongue on my other tit just a few seconds later. He sucked my nipples and licked me so much that it was like getting a bath. My body began to feel very turgid and heated. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I could feel him all the way from his head to his feet. He was rubbing my legs in long, slow strokes with his feet while be continued to slurp noisily on my tit.
"What a set of knockers you've got on you, baby. Tits this size should be illegal!" he gasped between slurps.
By this time I was beginning to feel better than I ever had in a long time. Because be had taken his time with me and only gradually worked on my naked body, I was starting to feel a hot wetness between my legs that I hoped to God was the beginning of my first climax. But I knew I needed his prick in my mouth before I could come.
As he bounced his head from side to side, going from one tit to the other, I could feel the heavy weight of his cock beat down on my pussy mound. I was so drunk from his bora-bora and so hot from what his hands and lips had been doing to me that I reached up and whispered in his ear.
"Larry… Larry, do it to me. Do it to me now. Oh God, won't you stick that hard cock of yours into my pussy!"
He complied at once, but as soon as the head of it touched me between the legs I realized that I wasn't ready for it. I was hot all right, and I was even wet down there-but somehow I seemed tight. So tight that he couldn't seem to get it in at first. It wasn't how I thought it was going to feel how I'd hoped it might feel. But he kept prodding me with the tip of his tool until at last he was able to put it in. It split me between the legs like a chisel breaking a bag of rice. It wasn't exactly painful-just quick and deep. Too quick, I guess, for Larry, because he started pumping away like a jackhammer before I hardly had time to get my ass set solid on the bed.
Even at that, it felt damned good. I tried to show him that I wanted him move slower by gripping my arms around his back in slow, I rhythmic hugs. It slowed him down a little but then I felt his tongue on my titties again and it seemed like he was getting so hot he might come off in me any minute. The worst part about it was that I was beginning to Work up a good movement that I felt might be bringing me to the brink of a great orgasm.
Suddenly Larry seemed to know what I was doing. I was overjoyed. He slowed down his movements and I lay waiting for the feeling of climax to start building up in my pussy. I like it much better when I suck a guy off, but what the hell-experimenting around is fun.
Just then, Larry pulled himself up in bed a little to kiss me (I thought!) and all at once I felt his cock slip out of me as limp as a rag. The bastard had already come!
I couldn't believe it. He hadn't been pulling himself up to kiss me at all-he'd only been lifting himself off so he could take his soft, dripping dick out of action. And he did it just when I was beginning to think I might have one chance in hell of coming. I was
frustrated, to say the least. I wanted his stiff dick in my mouth, and he had gone and shot off before I had the chance to suck it.
Larry realized what had happened.
Finally he spoke. He wasn't looking at me when he started talking, but I could hear him even though he was speaking in a real weak voice.
"What's the matter. Didn't you come?" he asked me.
I answered him, but not with words. I took his soft little cock in my hand and began slowly to work my fingers up and down the shortened length of its gleaming, come-covered shaft. It surprised him so much to see what I was doing that he started to say something but I was making his cock feel so good he forgot what he was going to say. I was in control then, and I knew it.
As my manipulations made his cock grow fatter and harder, I lowered my head towards it and fastened my eyes on it. When he realized what I was about to do, Larry gave a little moan of pleasure and wiggled his hips as he tried to put his straining prick closer to my face. But I didn't need any coaching. The sight of his hard peter made my mouth start to water at the thought of having it inside my mouth.
I dropped my face onto his tool and let his hot meat slide into my mouth. The big head of it almost choked me but it felt soo good I didn't give a damn. I felt the heat of my cunt juices pouring out of my swollen slit and down my legs as I began to rock backward and forward. Both my hands were on the base of his cock and my tongue was busy sucking the love juice left from our previous fuck.
Then I felt my orgasm start to fill my crotch like a giant swelling. As Larry looked on in amazement I jerked my ass and sweat broke out on my brow as I got my rocks and yelled out.loud in sheer excitement.
I hadn't bothered to wait until Larry shot off. I guess that kind of peeved him. As I lay on my back recuperating from my orgasm it was my turn to ask the questions.
"What's the matter? Didn't you come?" I asked.
Larry knew very well he had just asked me the same question not long before. He knew I had used his big cock to get what I wanted, and he seemed to resent it. He started arguing. I reminded him that he had used my pussy to come into without waiting for me to come too. Then he started yelling that I was a pervert.
"You little bitch, you aren't natural," he screamed. "You came just from sucking my cock. I wasn't even touching your twat. What kind of an oddball are you, anyway?"
"You mean you didn't like what I did to you?" I questioned.
I had him there, and he knew it. He was well aware of the fact.that it felt great to have my mouth on his peter even if I didn't do it as long as he wanted me to. I guess he must have thought then about he would like to have more of the same kind of loving in the future, because he started being nicer to me. He tried a new tack. I didn't care, though. I'd just got what I wanted from him, so I decided I'd just let him squirm.
In a softer voice, he asked me, "Listen, Gwenn, you still want those pictures. I wasn't kidding about them. I'll still take some shots of you. "
But that was the last thing I wanted to do. I said. "No, Larry. Just take me home." "Take you home, huh? Okay, I'll take you home. Okay."
It was obvious that he was mad at me for being what he considered to be a kook.
In the car he didn't say a word until got to my apartment. Then he said, "Listen, honey, you may have long legs and big" tits, but you got something wrong with you. You ought to go see a shrink you know it?"
Then he drove away.
It must have been three o'clock or so before I went to sleep.
I kept thinking about going down on guys. One day I'm going to meet a special guy, or else have a special thing happen to me. Then I'll discover what it is to have an even bigger thrill than I've ever had. I don't when, but it's got to happen.
One may conjecture that if Gwenn had never participated in the initial with her uncle she would not have developed her mentally unhealthy attitude toward fellatio. It was Gwenn's uncle who taught her the art of oral love. It is equally-true, however, that she would have been less disposed to develop the unhealthy attitude if her mother had not been so violently opposed to the act of fellatio. It was this facet of the case which resulted in the approach-avoidance reaction which was to characterize her subsequent feelings about the act.
In the one sense, Gwenn was "imprinted" with an unusually high desire for fellatio as the result of being presented with the impetus for the act by her uncle without being able to carry out that impetus to a satisfying conclusion. In another sense, she was unfortunately browbeaten into regarding the act as spectacularly degrading by an overly prudish mother. It is difficult, if not impossible, to separate these two elements of her early environment in terms of the effect that later ensued from them.
Today, although Gwenn still requires fellatio in order to reach climax, we may rest assured that she is able to live a relatively happy life.