A Sheltered Life
Copyright© 2020 by Victor Echo
Prelude
Erotica Sex Story: Prelude - Growing up, I lead a sheltered life. Not monastic mind you, just sheltered. I spent my summers at a camp in Northern Ontario, my winters at an all-male boarding school. My knowledge of sex came from stories in magazines, and outrageous stories told in the dorm rooms and around the campfires. Any social interactions with women were limited, structured, and chaperoned. There were very few girlfriends to use the term loosely. The summer of my seventeenth birthday, things changed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Fiction
I will never forget that afternoon. Her name was Lucy. We lived around the corner from each other, went to the same school, and were mostly in the same classes. I was a bit older than she was by a couple of days, but we were both fourteen. It was July, and we had been dating for a bit more than a month. Our formal dates had been dinner and a couple of movies. Our informal dates involved meeting at one of the local playgrounds that had some woods behind it. It was in those words that she said the fateful words. She had kissed me gently. We had not kissed much in the past, so every kiss resonated with my memory. But I remembered this kiss because of what she said next.
“I like you, John, but not that way. I like girls.”
To say I was gobsmacked is an understatement. Lucy was the first girl. You know the one that lets you touch her. She had held my hand, and we had hugged. She even had let me graze her swelling chest. Once. And now she was telling me she was she liked girls. By the time my brain had absorbed that, she was gone.
A week later, I sat on a bus heading north to Sudbury, where I would spend a month on a canoe trip in the Temagami region. I sent Lucy a couple of letters, but given how far from civilization I was, I did not expect any mail while I was out. I came back from camp, only to have a week before I headed to boarding school. And that week was spent clothes shopping.
Before I left, I had endured numerous fittings related to the uniform we were required to wear, including blazers, flannels, dress shirts, etc. You would think, to hear my mother rant about the waste of money, that I had grown to spite her. Forget that I had spent a month hauling myself and food and other gear through lakes that resembled oceans when the wind was up, and we were always paddling in a headwind it seemed. And when we were not paddling, we were walking along unmarked trails carrying all this gear. No matter how light you imagine dehydrated food can be when you have several weeks worth of it in your pack, it weighs something. The same can is true of paddles, lifejackets, and the other minutia required to set up camp every night. So it should not have been a surprise that I would gain some muscles. Growing an inch was not something I could control. So I spent a week being refit and running around finding new shoes and other clothes.