LINDA:

Learning to make love was secondary as far as I was concerned. I wanted to find a promising young man who would take care of me for the rest of my life. My mother said very little about sex further than teaching me what I had to know before becoming a woman. Other than that, I guess she just assumed I would know or learn as the need arose. I recall from comments she made that sex was something dad required of her and she participated out of duty.

With that foundation, I went off to College in hopes of finding my White Knight in Shining Armor. I dated in high school, but nothing serious, mainly because I wanted to find someone who already had a defined future. The high school boys simply didn’t have a certain enough future for my needs. Dating boys allowed me to get out of the house and be part of the crowd. I let them kiss me because I learned early on that if I didn’t, they wouldn’t ask me out again. However, I also learned how to manipulate them by giving just enough to keep them interested, but not get pawed any more than I thought necessary.

When I was a junior in college, I found the guy that seemed to fit the bill. Rick was a senior majoring in Business Administration. He had worked his way through school without the help of his parents or a scholarship. He was rather intense, but seemed to have a good perspective on his future. He had stated that when he graduated, he would have his school bills paid off and be ready to take a job. When he asked me out one Saturday night, I jumped at the chance.

We went to a movie, then drove around and talked. He didn’t try to kiss me the first date, which I found refreshing. We dated a few more times then one night Rick spotted a car with a headlight burned out and yelled, “Popeye!” In those days kids played a game that was designed to end up with an excuse for some necking. If the guy saw a car with a headlight out and hollered “Popeye,” he got to kiss the girl. If she saw it first and hollered the same comment, she got to slap the guy.

By now, I was ready to be kissed, but Rick hadn’t even tried anything beyond holding hands. This was something different as I was used to having to fight the guys off after the second date. His technique, if it was a technique, had the desired affect on me. I was beginning to wonder if he liked girls in general and me in particular. When we stopped at the apartment I shared with my mother, he took me in his arms and said, “I think its time I collected on that Popeye.” Without waiting for an answer, he gave me the tenderest and sensuous kiss I had ever felt! I returned the kiss with everything I had ever learned.

I better explain about sharing an apartment with my Mother. I was going to college on a scholarship when Dad got transferred to Kansas City. It was just too far for Dad to commute every day, and we couldn’t afford to lose my scholarship. In addition, Mom had a good job in town, so we decided to sell our house in town and both Mom and Dad would rent apartments. Dad would come home every other week, and Mom would go to Kansas City on the alternate weekends. This left me alone every other weekend, but that worked out well for studying and parties.

Over the next few weeks, Rick began teaching me more about kissing and cuddling than I knew existed. Even though the physical aspect of dating didn’t particularly turn me on, I figured I better pretend to enjoy it so I could keep him interested. As the weeks went on, Rick began caressing my breasts through my blouse, and from time to time he let his hands roam over my bottom as he pulled me tight to his hips. I could feel his penis pressing against my tummy, and experienced some kind of apprehension about what might be next.

After about two months, one of the boys I had dated during high school called asking for a date. It was a bit awkward since his sister was one of the teachers at the University. Tommy came to spend the weekend with her two or three times a year, and when he did, we went out. I decided to make this serve a double purpose. I told Rick I needed to talk about something in private. I told him that Tommy was going to be in town, and that I needed to be able to date him the two evenings he was here. Rick looked a little puzzled before asking what it meant. I told him that we had dated a lot in high school, and that Tommy still thought of me as his special girl.

“What does he mean to you?” asked Rick with a note of persistence.

I just gave him a mysterious smile and said that it probably would be best if he gave me a little room. My theory was that if I could make Rick jealous, I might be able to move our relationship along a little faster. It was less than four months to graduation, and if I were going to secure Rick for something more than a date, it would be necessary to get a commitment soon. My plan was to make it appear as if Rick had some competition so he would make a move.

Rick gave me the space I needed, but after Tommy left, he came by the apartment and asked if we could talk. We went out for a coke and parked at his favorite place.

“Well, where do things stand?” he asked without any preliminaries.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said in a dismissive tone of voice.

“Well, you said you needed some time to talk to Tommy and see where your relationship with him stood. I just want to know if I should get lost, or if you are still available.”

I decided to kind of play him along and really get him worked up, so gave him some kind of noncommittal answer.

“Well, let me know if you want to go to Kansas City with us or not, so I can make other plans if I need to.”

During spring vacation, several of our crowd had decided to go to Kansas City, about a three-hour drive, for a week end.