Where it happened: under the stars
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
It seems the Christmas holiday in freshman year of college is bad for others besides me. My high school darling’s private, love name was Kitten. We became exclusive in the Summer after our sophomore year and loved each other to the fullest extent that adolescents possibly could. Our parents felt that we should see others and their concerns were well-founded.
We lied to our parents about which college the other was choosing. To celebrate our successful conniving, I pressed my case for moving our romance “onto an adult plane” since we had taken our destiny into our own hands. In those days, the girl was expected to maintain the virtue of both and to put up resistance whatever her inclinations. Accordingly Kit went through the charade of defense as I won the citadel. I didn’t use force, the challenge “to prove her love,” or an ultimatum. Kit’s defenses crumbled to the strength of mere logic.
Our first time was the night of our graduation. She and I left for a night in the city in formal attire. We repaired immediately to our private clearing in the woods, near the ruins of grist mill by a stream, and laid out our supplies.
We had planned this to the nines: several quilts, a pillow, mosquito repellent, coat hangers, radio, flashlight, cookies and soda, and, yes, condoms. I felt wickedly perverse using my Boy Scout knapsack to tote all this truck. I offered to get a motel but she was sensitive to the seedy context of motels and chose to celebrate our love in the sight of God, under His canopy. Far be it by me to ask why God couldn’t see us in a motel. I was not about to push my good fortune not to have to shell out the dough.
Considering our limited prior activity, and the total absence of sex instructional materials, our first time went remarkably well. We had been “good youngsters,” instantly turned into “responsible independent adults” by virtue of a high school diploma. After all, some of our very classmates were marrying. We engaged in our usual passionate making-out without undoing so much as a button or zipper.
When we judged the time was right, we undressed, carefully hanging up our clothes in the moonlight using the hangers. It is good, indeed, that condoms come three in a box as this young man’s body could not contain itself at the outset. I had purchased the most expensive “sheepskin” condoms packaged wet in a taped plastic container inside an elaborate box with an outer cellophane wrapper. I discharged while sitting cross-legged, working to get the package open in the dark. It occurred to me to open it before the moment of truth but then I might appear as if I were rushing things. Kitten was supportive when I was vulnerable. The hiatus was most fortuitous as Kitten and I were left to accomplish serious caressing in the nude which had never occurred to us before.
Somehow we stumbled into doing many important things right. We had consideration and commitment for each other. We gave ourselves plenty of time and privacy. We were naked perhaps five hours and we knew that we had a whole Summer of nights together. I can’t stress enough the value of not putting oneself under time pressure. After an extended rest, the third condom in use, Kit’s body responded for her in a way that amazed us both. It is a night of golden memories.
We dressed as best we could by moonlight. I returned Kit home at 3:30 a.m., but her mother wasn’t fooled. Our parents tacitly accepted a fait accompli and let their young lovers have a Summer of coming of age. Kit’s mother had her fitted with a contraceptive device after a stormy mother-daughter talk. Again, I blessed my good fortune. Condoms for a whole summer would have been a substantial expense.
College together was a disaster. There were many “sophisticated” girls around and Kit watched me like a hawk. The college did not countenance “meaningful relationships” among its students and enforced its view with expulsion. Kit felt we could reassure each other with lovemaking but I did not have the nerve to break the school rules. “In loco parentis” notwithstanding, I sensed there was a difference between the indulgence of institutions versus that of parents. Furtive caresses only increased our tension. Her schoolwork suffered and I was struggling with my own. Neither of us understood how much more challenging was college and it was a school of high academic standards. If we were to be “responsible independent adults,” our studies had to come first.
We had a spat and my Kitten refused to make up over Thanksgiving when we did have opportunity for lovemaking. She announced plans to go away with her family for Christmas as she needed “to get away,” She dropped out of my sight between Thanksgiving and return to exams in January. I studied as I never studied in my life. Kit tried to study, I suppose. I accepted an invitation for Christmas in Washington D.C. to the home of a wealthy girl without telling Kitten. She invited me to share her bed to my horror as we had never so much as kissed. I explained I had an existing relationship that was probably ending, but not quite over yet so we need be just friends a while longer. I had a great time in Washington between cramming sessions and returned with clean conscience. Kit was furious with me. She even called upon her father to confront me.
My break with my Kitten came when she failed two of her courses and did poorly in the other three. My A, three B’s, and a C were considered proof of my selfishness in her eyes. I could not share responsibility for her dismal grades after all the concerns I had expressed throughout the semester. If only it were possible, I would have our grades averaged together; I really would, I loved her so. I concurred with her proposition that she try again at the state university though I knew that she counted on me to dissuade her. It was not a friendly parting. My letters to her went unanswered. She refused to see me at Spring break.
I accepted a Summer job with my Washington friend’s father but I passed up an opportunity for a romance. As interested as I was in her, my freedom was just too precious. I went home for two days at the end of that summer and stopped by to see my old flame. She was into a new romance and let me know they had a “meaningful relationship.” I was happy for her. I had a great conversation with my parents that night; they did have some wisdom after all.
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