“So tell me all about your first sexual intercourse, when did you lose your virginity, where how and to whom?”
“Well, it is a long time ago. I still remember it vividly. I remember I was around 9 years old. I was on a summer vacation with my family in a cottage nearby a beach. Given that the cottage wasn’t furnished with a stove, we had to go to our other house to cook bread. It is like 10 min away on foot. My mother used to take charge of this task whereas the others do the remaining housekeeping tasks. One day my mother couldn’t make it, so she asked someone else to do it, and so it happened and so it began.”
Since primary and secondary school, I had always wondered how puberty worked. During natural sciences courses, female puberty was autopsied, genital diagrams and illustrations about puberty and what happens for girls mostly. Breasts growth, pubic hair, blood, cramps,….etc; but what about guys? Board shoulders, mustache, deep voice, pubic hair and that’s it. No one ever told me that puberty hits boys for real when they experience their first ejaculation.
“That morning after breakfast, my Mom said that she had other errands to make and that she won’t bake bread like usual. She decided to assign the task to someone else. Given that that someone else does not know where the house was, I had to accompany her.
So we went to the other house, she took off her Djellaba and started her task. I noticed that under the Djellaba, she was wearing a little; nothing left for my imagination to wonder. I went to play in the other room; she joined me after a while. I looked up and she was looking at me weirdly. As if I am a piece of cake or candy, as if I am a piece of jewelry, as if I am a puppy, as if I am a lion. She started taking off the little clothes she had on, stripping in front of my eyes, inticing me. All I could do is watch, with wide-open mouth and eyes.
Things started to rush down my system, weirdly, sweetly, crazily. I didn’t know what my body was up to, my heart beating faster, my breath heavier. She never broke eye contact, neither did I! and it happened, I remember her saying that I did it like a grown-up man.
- How old was she?
- I can’t tell, but much much older, now she is married with two kids
- What happened afterwards?
- It went on and on all summer long
- You never got caught?
- No, never. She always volunteered for the bread baking and I was the only companion she would rather take along as I was ‘very calm’, ‘polite’ and ‘obedient’.
- You are proud of yourself, I can tell!
- Who wouldn’t? I started earlier than any other guy I know and I didn’t even ask for it. She threw herself at me and I couldn’t refuse, even if I could, she, in that state of mind, wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.
- Are you aware that you got raped?
- Well, it’s called a rape when a man does it but not when a woman does.
*Just as a lil chitchat with a friend!