1st sex

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too tied up within over the war news and the black shirt college gestapo security police tasering a student who asked about impeachment, so here’s a taste instead from my bad boy memoirs we’re working on – we’re calling it “Criminal” by Smith & Lady – this segment is from 1963:

Pam was a huge breasted person. She wanted desperately to have sex with me. She was 16, a year younger than I. In retrospect, she might have already been pregnant, might have been trying to make me the father. I was home on my first leave from the Navy. Before I’d left for boot camp, Pam took off her bra and showed me her breasts and said, “I want you to have something to remember, something to bring you back home.”

Very effective technique.

The night I have first sex, we are at my folk’s house. My parents are out playing poker. My sister’s home. Pam and I are in the bedroom. Pam’s insistent, wants sex. I’m scared as hell, never having done it. I’m also scared of getting someone pregnant. I insist I have to go out and buy a condom, and leave her there naked in my bed. I’d never purchased a condom before – awkward and embarrassing, worse than all those condom purchasing scenes in the movies. On the way back, I want to make sure I know how to use one. I pull off the road, unzip my pants, give myself an erection, and put one on in a trial run. Then I drive back, ready to have sex in my bedroom. But my sister keeps banging on the door to irritate us. I get Pam dressed and take her in the car to where my parents are playing poker. I ask them for the keys to The House of Mavericks, their low-end used stuff store. I take Pam there and we use one of the used beds they had for sale. But part way through sex, my first sex ever, which seems to be working fine, the bed breaks. The mattress crashes to the floor at an angle, but we keep on, finish, laugh, put the bed back together, give my parents the keys, and drive home.

My second sexual experience was that same leave. I’d answered an Elvis trivia question on the radio (answer was a song titled “Summer Kisses, Winter Tears”) and won a life-sized cardboard cutout of Elvis in his Flaming Star shooter pose. The local president of the Elvis Presley fan club called me saying how much she wanted it. I’d never heard such a sexy voice in my life, so I found out where she lived. I went over there one night, put Elvis inside her screen door, rang her bell and left. She invited me back over for sex. She was 33, I was 17. She was large. Her teeth weren’t very nice, but she was a good person. She’d had a hard life. When I was at the Naval Academy, she sent me nude pictures of herself, and I thought that was a nice, friendly sort of mail to get.

I went off to Navy Aviation Electronics School in Memphis. I sent Pam money back every paycheck because we were going to marry. She was banking it. Come Christmas, I’m going to fly home using part of the money she’s banked. Only there’s no money, and no girlfriend. She was pregnant at the time we made love, or very soon after. Now she was living with an American Indian and wasn’t speaking to her parents. Her mom and dad felt so bad at how she’d treated me, they flew me home for leave. I had dinner with them. Got the whole story, where she was. I went over to the Indian’s place. Pam and I went for a walk. She had this huge belly. I talked her into letting me take her back to her parents for dinner that night so they could reconcile. After dinner, she and I necked and petted in the front seat of my car. It was the most erotic thing to have this huge bulging creature of big skin everywhere. I never saw her again, nor her parents.

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