Where it happened: motel
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
My name is Leah. I am a Jew.
I had been going with Kurt for almost a year though we both were dating others in order to keep adults in the dark about us. I grew up in a small southern town of mostly Christian fundamentalists and this Jewish girl had to find love where she could find it.
For spring break of my senior year, the Church of God sponsored a trip to Macon for week with Habitat for Humanity. Kurt, his friend Bob, and Mary, Bob’s girlfriend, were the only ones who signed up. This was the number one church in town and only three kids signed up. Since Mary and Bob were dating, Mary wasn’t permitted to go without another girl along.
Kurt and I had been talking about going all the way and I was ready. I simply refused for my first time to be a pretzeled coupling in a car, or a bestial rutting in the weeds, or a furtive spasm in the cellar among the rats,… you get the idea. Kurt asked me if I would do the trip and maybe there might be four very happy people.
The church people couldn’t see its way to sponsoring Jewish hands for a Christian cause so my father was called upon to pay my share. We also had to agree to take two cars, to rent rooms in separate motels, and promise not to go back and forth between motels, because they were concerned about Mary’s reputation, (with no mention of mine.)
We arrived in Macon, dutifully rented rooms about four miles apart and paired off. (There was emphatically NO agreement with Rev. and Mrs. G concerning HOW we would pair off.) Because I wasn’t Kurt’s first girl, I was all set with both condoms and contraceptive jelly. The first day, Habitat had orientation and dismissed us early. Kurt took his time with me and was patient, gentle, and loving. My first time at the plate for major league sex was totally satisfactory. The next morning, I was a little sore but beholden so I gave Kurt what I already had expertise in, using some cold cream.
We worked ourselves into exhaustion each ten-hour day. Each night we enjoyed a hot soak with candles around the tub, sipping wine and eating cheese. Each night we had a sweaty, energetic fuck and swooned into a deep sleep. Each morning, I got on top for a long and slow, stop and go. Each day, the pleasure increased as we learned more about our bodies. On the job site Mary and I did not speak of private matters but that didn’t stop us from exchanging shit-faced grins and laughing when there was no joke. Such bliss was not to last.
On the fifth night, three sets of parents raided us en masse and the three kids who mattered were taken home. My best guess is that a motel clerk, who wasn’t getting any, hated to countenance happy teens.
I had to call my parents to make a 260-mile round trip to retrieve me. If that wasn’t enough, my fling was the topic of Rev. G’s sermon next Sunday with reference to the immorality of the unfaithful. Granted, the nearest synagogue was 45 miles away and my family did not attend services every week. On the other hand, the one virgin in the bunch was the only one who gave a thought for contraception and hygiene. Mary and Bob, who were depending on withdrawal, had a quickie wedding before graduation.
Dad’s accounting practice fell off as tax season approached and plummeted afterward. About that time Mary G and her younger sister charged the honorable Rev. G with years of raping them and then they recanted. That split the Church of God right down the middle. My father lost some more accounts from those who wanted him to take sides, or who blamed the church split on my actions, or something or other. Fairness demands I acknowlege people had social and business pressure to discontinue dealings with Dad. After two years, we moved out of town and Dad took a paycheck job with greatly reduced income and Moma went out to work.
Not once did either of my parents blame me for the retaliation of bigots. Make no mistake, they were disappointed in me but they never confused anti-semitism with the consequences of a fling. They allowed me to make my own choices about Kurt. Kurt knew how to make love but he fell short in meeting a crisis. Besides, I intended to go to college. My decision to let him go off alone to the Air Force was clear but not without pain.
Moma and Dad helped me as best they could but the money simply wasn’t there. I was able to complete my chemical engineering degree by working, grants, and loans. I was fortunate to get a job just in time to take care of Sarah when she went off to college. Sarah has promised to put David through. And David is going to contribute his earnings to our parent’s retirement when he graduates.
My life is good. Last summer I married a fellow Jew who is an attorney I met at my place of work. Somehow my parents and relatives found the money for the kind of wedding every girl wants. When Sarah begins her career, I begin my own family. My relationship with my family couldn’t be more loving. They stand by me; I stand by them.
This story is dedicated to those fine pillars of my ex-home town who wank themselves off as they read these stories. You know who you are. You know the names in this story. You need to know that people like you have kept Jews strong and close for centuries and you insure their survival and prosperity for centuries to come. I find your town and your society toxic. May you fester in your own pus.
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