The Book 1 - XXX

   There comes a time when your mind  becomes  so  loaded  with

 experiences  that  you  must tell someone about them to allow new

 ones to take their places.   They become a part of your  everyday

 life.   They affect you in the form of daydreams,  not allowing a

 moment to concentrate on the job at hand.   At first they are  no

 more  than  just a fast glimpse of a girl in your past.   Quickly

 she passes, but give her a few moments, she’ll be back.  When she

 comes back however watch out!   She is going to be more than  you

 can  handle.   She will come to you in a form more beautiful than

 she ever really was.  She becomes exactly what you want.  Exactly

 what you  wished  her  to  be,  whether  it  be  an  actual  past

 experience  or  and experience you wished to have happen that for

 some unknown reason never did.   But you  know  why  they  didn’t

 happen don’t you?   You were too nervous to make them happen.  To

 ask her to do something special to turn you on even  more  or  to

 spend more time to turn her on even more.

      In  your  dreams  everything seems to work out right doesn’t

 it?   She is putty in your hands.   Doing everything your  little

 heart  desires.    If  your  heart wishes to please her more than

 anyone else she will moan and groan and thrash and throw just the

 way you like.   Wouldn’t it be wonderful if  all  your  daydreams

 were true?

      If  you spend enough time daydreaming about the way you wish

 your past had been or the way you hope your future will  be,  you

 will  find  yourself  in  a  situation  where nothing seems to go

 right.   You keep wishing for things to happen but they never  do

 because  you  won’t  work  hard enough to make them happen.   You

 think because  they  work  so  easily  in  your  dreams  that  it

 shouldn’t be too much harder in real life.  But it is.

      Let  me tell you about some of my experiences and you decide

 for yourself if they  are  true  or  not.    Some  will  be  real

 experiences  and  some  will  be  the  things  that  I wished had

 happened.  Most of it will be real but does it really matter?

      As a person is growing up they have, as all people do, their

 first sexual experience.   I am referring to the first time  that

 you  come  in contact with a girl.   Most guys first encounter is

 usually a girl with whom you are actually experimenting.  You may

 not think you are experimenting at the time but if you look  back

 at  it  you  feel  very inadequate and tell yourself how dumb you

 were not to know what you were doing.  That is how I look back at

 my first encounter.   I was young and stupid but boy was  it  was

 fun while it was happening.

      My  girlfriend’s  name was Linda.   It’s really hard to call

 her a girlfriend because it was really just a puppy love.  It was

 in junior high school when I knew her.   She was very  tall  with

 long beautiful black hair.  I say she was tall only because I was

 the  shortest guy in the school.   I guess it is all relative but

 she really did look cute anyway.   She was by no means  the  most

 beautiful  girl  in  the school but there sure as hell were a lot

 worse.

      It was toward the end of the school year when  I  first  met

 her.    My teacher had asked me to clean out a book room and sort

 the books by title and place them neatly on their proper shelves.

 Of course I was the kind of person that would do anything to  get

 out  of  class  so I spent all day sorting these books.   After a

 while it got pretty boring so I asked my teacher  if  one  of  my

 friends could help me.   It was not that I couldn’t do it myself,

 I just wanted someone to  shoot  the  shit  with.    My  teacher,

 because  that  there  was only a few days of school left,  didn’t

 care and said sure.   In addition to getting my friend,  he  also

 brought  along  Linda  whom he introduced as a friend of his.   I

 didn’t mind having an extra person to talk to so I didn’t put  up

 any  arguments.    We were busy sorting books and talking and the

 day went by real fast.   By the end of the day,  we had  all  the

 books  sorted  and  in  their  place.    I natural didn’t tell my

 teacher because I wanted to milk this job for all it  was  worth.

 I  told  her  we  had more work to do and we should be able to be

 done in a day or two.   We always left some books in a messy pile

 so that we could show her we were not yet done.

      The   next  day  we  started  early  in  the  morning  doing

 absolutely nothing.   We just sat  on  our  asses  talking.    My

 friend,  David, lit up a cigarette which at that age was a mortal

 sin to be caught doing,  especially in school but closed  in  the

 book room we really didn’t care.   He puffed on the cigarette and

 the room became filled with smoke.  Cigarette smoke always seemed

 to give me headaches so I laid down on the floor to relax.  Linda

 said that she was tired (or so she said) and also  laid  down  on

 the  floor  but  unfortunately not near me.   David said,”why not

 join the crowd,” so he got up and turned off the light  and  then

 he  also  laid  down  on the floor.   It was kind of hard to fall

 asleep on a hard floor so I just kind of laid there.   As my eyes

 began to adjust to what little light was coming under the door, I

 noticed that David had laid down next to Linda and they had their

 arms  around  each  other  and were busy kissing away.   This was

 something I had never done with anyone before so I got an instant

 hard-on watching them.   After a few minutes,  I saw David’s hand

 slip down inside Linda’s shirt.  This was too much.  I was really

 testing  the  stitching  on  my pants zipper.   I really couldn’t

 believe they were actually doing this.   I really wanted  to  run

 over there and stick my hand down her shirt too.   But of course,

 I couldn’t do that it wouldn’t be right to bother them so I  just

 lay there until they were done.  They never went any farther than

 that but boy what a show that was.

      They  finally  got  up  and  turned  on the lights and Linda

 recomposed herself and we talked for a while,  sorted the rest of

 the  books  and  then  left  the  book  room  for  our respective

 classrooms.   The next day was the last day of school and we were

 too  busy  to  work  in  the book room.   At that point we really

 didn’t want too.  The job had served its purpose well.

      David and Linda were going out for pizza  after  school  and

 asked  me  to  come along.   I said sure.   I met David and Linda

 outside the school and we started walking to a pizza  parlor  not

 too far away.  As we were walking down the street, David’s mother

 drove  by and stopped when she saw him.   She called him over and

 asked to see his report card.   It was nowhere near good and  she

 started  screaming  and  threw  him  into the car and drove away.

 There wasn’t too much we could do  about  what  happened  and  we

 decided  that just the two of us would go for pizza.   We sat and

 ate our pizza and talked about anything that came  to  our  minds

 and  over  the  course of the next hour and a half we became very

 friendly.   As a gesture of friendship,  and that’s all it was at

 the time,  I invited Linda to my house to go swimming.   I didn’t

 expect it but she accepted my invitation right away  without  any

 apprehension.   From that point on, while walking to her house to

 get her bathing suit and then to my house,   I was on cloud nine.

 A girl actually accepted an invitation from ME.

      The  walk to my house took forever.   I couldn’t wait to see

 her in her bathing suit.  We talked along the way,  and I started

 to  really like her.   She was very nice to me like no other girl

 had been before.   I actually got up the nerve to hold her  hand.

 Boy  was  that a great accomplishment for me.   I was so proud of

 myself.   She let me hold her hand without  giving  any  sign  of

 discontent.