Chapter 1

My sexual awakening began the summer before I started high school. I first saw Bob when I went with a group of my girlfriends to the local burger joint, and there he was, cooking hamburgers in one of those dorky paper hats. He was a few years older than I was, tall, slim and confident, and he seemed very focused on his work. But when he saw me looking at him through the big window his eyes caught mine and held my gaze for a few seconds, and his expression changed to a smile. Something about his direct gaze excited me, and turned me on somehow, but I didn't even know his name. Later, with the urging of my girlfriends, I passed him a note with my name and phone number. I had never given my phone number to a boy before, but I knew I wanted to see him again. It was something about the bold way that he looked into my eyes that stirred up some strong emotions in me.

Of course, I was full of all kinds of strong emotions at 14. As the youngest of three children and the only girl, I had to be pretty assertive to avoid being pushed aside within in our family. My parents still thought of me as their "baby", and I was usually the youngest in any situation: youngest sibling, youngest in my school class, youngest in my circle of girlfriends. It was the 1960's, and in spite of what may have been happening with the Hippies in California, things in my hometown hadn't changed much for decades. I wore my hair long and straight, had a few flower-power posters, and occasionally went braless, but at 14 that was about the extent of my rebellion against conformity. My parents and my brothers were very protective of their baby girl. I had not been allowed to go out with a boy alone, only in "safe" group activities. Until I met Bob, that had suited me fine, as I was pretty shy around boys, except my brothers. They were enough older so that they always treated me like the pesky kid that I probably was. I had often tagged along with them in the neighborhood, and was something of a "tomboy". I didn't have much of a figure, and I was pretty plain looking. I went to a Catholic girls school, and my opportunities for regular contact with boys my own age were limited. But suddenly, Bob had brought to my attention that there was a part of life I had been missing, and I was determined to grab it before it could get away.

Bob called me the next day, and after a few initial awkward moments on the phone, we soon found that we had a lot of mutual interests, but very few mutual friends. We talked and talked and talked on the phone every day, but that was as close as we got for about a week. I found out that he was almost 17, went to a big high school across town, and compared with my sheltered life, he roamed free as a bird. He let me know from some subtle comments that he was sexually experienced, but he wasn't pushy about it. I let him know I was interested getting to know him better. Much better. But even though he asked me to go out to a movie with him, I had to explain that my parents would never let me go out on a date with a boy they didn't know. I was really embarrassed to admit that my parents were so restrictive, but Bob didn't seem to be bothered by that at all. He just immediately began to develop a plan to win them over.

During the week he worked the evening shift at the burger joint, so he was free during the day. Bob started dropping by for an hour or two around lunchtime to watch TV, help me with my math, or just talk. He made a point to get to know my brothers and met my father and mother a few times. As shy as I was with strangers, Bob was just the opposite. He could strike up a conversation quickly with anyone, and soon his charming grin was a regular fixture around our house, and everyone relaxed. My family no longer watched us constantly, and we got to have some time alone together, although there was always someone else in the house.

My family might have been relaxed, but I wasn't. I had never been so excited in my life. Whenever Bob was around, I was strongly aroused. I stopped wearing a bra whenever I could get away with it. Just the brush of his arm against my breasts was electric. Bob was careful not to be too affectionate with me when my family was around, but he was always giving me a little hug or a kiss on the cheek when no one was looking. Sometimes we had a chance for a real kiss, but even his brief touch on my arm sent tingles directly to my nipples and clit. Whenever he left the house, I went to my room as soon as I could and sought relief. Usually, I was so aroused that a few quick circles around my already damp clit were all that I needed to get off. I had more and better orgasms that week than I had ever had in my entire life.