A few of you have asked when I intend to finish my three-part story about the time I lost my virginity. I posted parts 1 and 2 here and here, respectively, if you want to catch up.
I have been trying to decide if there’s any real value in posting part 3. After all, you know what’s going to happen, so the climax, so to speak, might be somewhat anticlimactic. But since some of you have asked, I thought I might as well tell the rest of the story.
And, just to be clear, this post is rated PG or maybe even R. You’ve been warned.
We left off with the hero and heroine — me and “Jack-off Sue” — pulling out of the drive-in theater lot in my father’s Chevy II station wagon to go find a more suitable place to accomplish the night’s prime objective.
I knew of an abandoned rock quarry about 20 miles north of where we were. The quarry got flooded when they dug into a natural spring years earlier. My buddies and I would occasionally head over there late at night for a “midnight” swim.
But I could tell that Sue, who was pressed tight up against me, was getting a little impatient, and based upon where her right hand was and what she was doing with it, I didn’t think driving 20 miles was a safe thing to do.
I found myself on a country road and, realizing that time was of the essence, I pulled into what appeared to be a very long driveway that led to a farmhouse at the far end. The house was barely visible but for the light shining down from the full moon.
Sue and I moved to the back of the station wagon, where I had carefully laid out the blanket and pillow in preparation for the evening’s activities. It didn’t take long before the two of us had removed all of our clothing and were eagerly exploring heretofore secrets places — at least secret to me.
After a few minutes of this rather engaging, sensory-overloading activity, I knew I had to act fast, so I stopped, reached over to my discarded jeans, retrieved my wallet, opened it up and pulled out a condom that had been in my wallet for so long that it had left a permanent circular imprint on the outside of the leather. I didn’t know if condoms had expiration dates, but if they did, this one was probably well beyond its “best if used by” date.
Sue did the honors for me and, I must confess, it was just in the nick of time. Within seconds — yes seconds; maybe five at the most — after plugging in, I lost all control of myself. I was twitching, groaning, and enduring body spasm after body spasm.
And then I heard a knock at the back window of the station wagon. It took me a few seconds before I could focus my eyes, but when I did, I saw the torso of a man, from neck to waist. He started knocking on the rear window with what appeared to be a billy club.
The man with the billy club was wearing a uniform and on his uniform was a silver badge in the shape of a star. And then I saw him bend down and peer through the somewhat steamy window to see what was going on in the back of the station wagon. Did he actually have a slight grin on his face?
My parents were not very happy about being called to the local police station at midnight to come bail out their teenage son, who had been charged with trespassing on private property, public nudity, indecent exposure, and lewd and lascivious behavior. Sue’s parents weren’t happy campers, either.
Ultimately the charges against the two of us were dropped and we were remanded to the custody of our respective parents. Needless to say, my father never let me use his Chevy II station wagon again, I never saw Sue again after that night, and I was grounded for a month.
However, the tale of my loss of innocence and my arrest by the police was all the buzz at school the next week; I became a sort of living of legend. From that day forward I was regarded by my fellow students in an entirely different manner. Was it respect? Was it high regard? Or was it disdain and disgust?
I didn’t really know, and I didn’t really care. All I knew is that I got a lot of high fives from some of my buddies for a few days after the big event.
And most important, I had an excellent adventure.