Where it happened: abandoned cabin
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I’m homely except I’m beyond
homely. It’s an objective fact. When
doctors agree that plastic surgery
would be theraputic and not just
cosmetic, a girl has objective
problems. Joe, (not his real name
because our romance is thriving),
is blind. We got started in tenth
grade when I became one of his
student readers. Taping classes take
too long to listen to so I typed up
my class notes and faxed them to
Joe who could “read” them with his
computer. He needed help with math
and science because his scanner did
not take formulas very well. Both
of us had empty Friday and Saturday
nights so we would hang out together.
The summer after tenth
grade, we got comfortable enough
so he would ask me to take him to
the public library. Joe would check
out books on sex. These were serious
books like Pleasure Bond by some
doctors who did research. I mention
that one because it is a excellent
book and Joe and I both read it and
discussed it. Before the summer
was over, I was bringing him my
brother’s Penthouse magazines and
reading the articles, especially the
letters. The real biggie was when I
he got up the courage to ask me to
get him vasolene and I agreed with
our first kiss on the lips.
When school started, the other kids
were back in Joe’s life doing their
community service but Joe and I
were an item. Both sets of parents
have talked to us about where the
relationship was headed because I
am Jewish and he is Catholic. My
parents were super about it because
they were concerned about my
socialization. The fact that my grades
zoomed up helped as well. The fact
is that I had a scheduled obligation
to Joe and that caused me to get to
homework as soon as possible. Joe
got me into classical music as well
and soon was giving me CD’s of
“good music” which got my parens’
approval for some strange reason.
(I was going to say “stupid reason”
but my parents have been as wonderful
as any kid could hope to have, especially
after my romance turned sexual. It
also helped to have a sex-maniac,
asshole big brother that got into
one jam after another.) Joe’s
parents were less accepting even
though Joe’s social life was close
to zero, as well–I am beyond
homely.
In eleventh grade, we were restricted
to one visit a week which cramped
the progression of our making out.
Joe and I got permission for him to
feel the sculptures at the art museum
if he wore surgeons gloves.
It got back to Joe’s parents that I
was watching out for other people
coming along while Joe “felt up”
female nudes, (I watched him feel
male nudes but that didn’t count,)
It was decided that
a summer-long European vacation
for Joe and his mother would be
helpful. Cathedrals left Joe cold in
all senses of the word and art that
Joe could not touch didn’t do a
thing for him either.
Joe put his foot down senior year
and threatened to “go on strike” if
he couldn’t see me more frequently.
The compromise was made that he
would date other girls but that was
soon given up when Joe made the
effort and did not have much
success. I tried to date others because
we both agreed that it would be
worth the risk to see if we were
really meant for each other. Joe’s
senior prom date got a better offer
the week before and I got shot
down when I put my pride on the
line with a guy from another
school.
As the warm weather got near, I
fixed up a love nest in an abondoned
cabin in the resevoir woods. I cleaned
it up, nailed plywood over the windows,
put a lock on the door and furnished
it. Our first time was the day before
the prom and we screwed ourselves
silly until it was time to leave for
college.
If you want details about how many
times we came and positions, you
can just forget it as that is private.
The first time was exstacy just
as it is supposed to be and it has
been a font of rejuvination and
spiritual nurishment ever since.
Sexual love is our Creator’s most
special gift.
My parents let me get the pill when
I told them about my preparing a
love nest. Dad even gave me some
money to make it nice. Joe and I
had done our reading and discussing.
We had an intimate relationship in
the realm of ideas, sexual and non-
sexual, in place before we had sex.
We were as prepared as a couple
could get. That is why sex has been
so positive for us.
Joe and I go to colleges half a
continent apart. We see each other
only during the summer as our breaks
don’t coincide. (E-mail is a divine gift.)
We will be married after we
graduate next spring with the
blessing of Joe’s parents as well as
mine. That is the contract we
have struck. My parents want
a big wedding more than I and I can
not begrudge their happiness for
Joe and me. We have proved to
the world we can function well
together and that we can function
apart. We have earned the right
to be together.
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