A Teenage Love..(Well, I was 17 and she was 29)

*Disclaimer* The following post will probably get me in trouble since I have only disclosed this information to a couple of people.

Picture this. It was early spring 1991 and I was a senior in High School. I was on the track team, and at the time I was blasting Public Enemy, De La Soul, and A Tribe Called Quest.(They had just came out) Matter of fact, I am still blasting those artists, I guess not a lot has changed. I wasn't a virgin, but since my sexual record consisted of "De-flowering" a hand full of High School girls, I wouldn't say that I was all that experienced in the Bedroom. Plus, to girls who had never had sex before, I was like Ron Jeremy and shit.

It came to my attention that our family would have a house guest for a unspecified amount of time. My parents had befriended a woman from Nova Scotia named Sherry and she was going to live with us until she could get on her feet. I didn't really think much of it, and since my father told me that she was "considerably older" than me I had envisioned her being around 50..

When she arrived at our house after her long trek from Nova Scotia, she was beautiful. Caramel complexion, legs that wouldn't quit, and I totally dug her accent. But realistically I never thought that she would even acknowledge me, since I was 17 and she was 29. So for the next few weeks, after I got to know her better, I talked as much shit as a teenager could. "Girl, do you know what I'd do to you??" "Don't let my age fool you, I have experience beyond my years." Unbelievably arrogant talk from a person that had only been with a few, inexperienced girls. But my logic at the time was that she wouldn't take me seriously, nothing would ever happen so why not have fun with it?

UNTIL we were up late watching videos one weekend. I was talking the usual shit, she was laughing and shaking her head, then all of a sudden she says, "Critic, come over here" Thinking she was joking, or that she was going to playfully slap me, I proceeded to the couch where she was. "What's up?', I said. She then grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me like a lover who hasn't seen their mate in ages. For all the shit I talked I was definitely shocked beyond belief. We made out on the floor, where she got on top of me and slowly undressed me. I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing to me and I was a willing participant, but at the same time I felt like she was devouring me. The biting, the rubbing, the moaning, the sucking..Four verbs that I never experienced with any of the girls I have been with. She said, "You don't need a condom, I'm OK." Its funny, because even though I was inexperienced I knew to always strap up. I ran upstairs and opened a drawer with about 200 condoms in it and took one out.(I actually thought that I would be getting that much ass. Silly me) I ran back downstairs and put the condom on, kissed her gently, and proceeded in aiding her with committing a criminal act.(Hey, I was 17)

You know how you hear heroin addicts say that the first time they took a hit of heron it felt like "home"? Well, as I thrusted with the inaccuracy of a inexperienced 17 year old, I immediately realized what I was feeling would be my lifelong addiction. It seems like I was making love to her for a long time, but I am pretty sure it was relatively brief. I finished and she laid on my chest, she looked in my eyes and said, "Ohh, You made me have a orgasm". Which was probably her being kind, but I was so inexperienced in sex and terminology she could of said, "Ohh, I enjoy wearing meat helmets" and it would of meant the same thing to me.

I was hooked, and for the remainder of the School Year I officially had "In-house"! Put it this way: I had to be the happiest High School Student to ever breath!! She was bold too.. She would sneak in my room while I was sleep and wake me up to what I affectionately call a "mouth hug". We would have sex when my parents were in the next room, she would quickly pull my pants down and have her way with me when one of my parents simply went upstairs to get something.. It was crazy. Through every sexual encounter we had, she slowly molded and shaped me into the pervert that I am today..

Eventually she found someone her age and I was crushed, but I knew that it would come to an end one day. My parents never found out and I am glad because I think that my mother would probably hunt her ass down to this day. That is what makes this blog entry so risky, but I have to share my experiences with all you in the blogisphere. Looking back I have fond memories of my sexual rendezvous with a woman twelve years my senior. But I also have mixed feelings as well. I mean, I was 17 and she was 29, so I guess that is damn near statutory rape. Plus, even though I enjoyed every second with Sherry, she did show a great deal of disrespect to my parents who provided her a place to stay.

I saw her 10 years from the time she opened me up to the wonderful world of being a heathen. We talked about our experiences and she asked me if I ever told my parents. I told her that I hadn't told anyone and she was visibly relieved. She was saying that she was in town for another night and that I should come see her later at her hotel. I politely declined. It's funny, what you find tempting at 17 isn't so irresistible at 27.. Go figure..