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| I guess you know about this? Well, I always assumed girls didn't like sex. It was something to trick them into, because girls got pregnant. The sword of sexual harassment and rape hung between my thighs. Boys were warned about sexual harassment in my grammar school as well as pregnancy. This was a progressive school. The Peabody Grammar School in Cambridge Massachusetts. I liked talking to the girls, who in turn would kiss me. That was acceptable in school. However, outside school there was a lot of sex. These were the 70's and sex was experimental along with marijuana. My best friend Michael Wild had pot plants in his backyard. His mom Cathy showed us how to roll a joint. She was a double D and liked to go topless inside and outside in their backyard. All of this sexuality was happening with her knowledge in that house. The Wilds believed human sexuality was necessary part of adolescence. Mike's dad was a Harvard psychology professor. He let me sleep over with his daughter Rachael .. Michael was not happy about that. "It was a natural part of puberty and safer in their house"... Gunther thought. What Gunther didn't know at that time was Michael's sexual relationship with me and other boys. Michael was an aggressive homosexual, who liked to cross dress and pick up boys. I enjoyed showering with Rachael and sharing her mother's marijuana. It was such a cool place. At my parents house I had my Playboy Magazines and my two horny older sisters. They liked to experiment with pot and wine and occasionally me.. That weirdness started when I was 5 years old and they dressed me up like a girl. Whatever, I just like to think it was a normal part of puberty. The alternative is a perverse twisted childhood. Both, sisters were not happy with their breasts and neither was Rachael. They looked sexy to me. Odd, that Rachael didn't take after her mother's double Ds. Rachael had small, but sexy boobs... at 15. I really did write to the Playboy Bunnies .. They responded with letters like~ "Your just the man I need. I don't have to think of anything other than we get together. I need a dominant macho male to be my master and take me from behind." That's what every 13 year old boy wants to read. I also appreciated the lipstick kiss on their letters. I guess I was over the top asking them for their panties. But, I got them! Rachael liked to see me wear them.. This must be a latent lesbian fantasy in girls. Strange days indeed. ~~~ <^> |
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