0124 Sex and Single Man
In my youth I was an innocent in an age of innocence; and I suppose I still am an innocent in very different times. In the days of my youth it was generally assumed that you would be virgin, until you reached the marriage bed. This was certainly true of girls, and of most boys. Within ten years all that was to change.
I guess I was at the leading edge of change. At the age of 19, when I met Pat, I eventually did have sex -- albeit I was seduced rather than the other way round - which was then more normal! Even then it took four to five months for it to happen. As I explained elsewhere we were into heavy petting, which went as far as being naked together, fondling each other very intimately, but it didn't go as far as intercourse.
That experience came late at night on Christmas Eve, on the hearthrug in front of the fire in my parent’s kitchen. Pat was staying with us for Christmas, much to the disgust of my mother. After my parents had gone to their bed, we proceeded to undress as on so many occasions before. One thing led to another and – for the first time in my life -- I penetrated a girl! I don't know if it was really romantic - few sexual experiences before marriage were in those days, when they had to be snatched in the sleaziest of locations. But I suppose the firelight flickering on the walls made it more romantic than most. In any case, it was a sensational experience -- the first time I had ever felt that experience.
Indeed, unlike my contemporaries, I hadn't even masturbated to orgasm -- or even had the wet dreams which are supposed to afflict teenagers. It was my first orgasm, and my God it was marvellous.
Thereafter, at every opportunity when we were alone, Pat and I made love. We were taking our lives in our hands, because pregnancy was difficult to avoid in those days before the pill -- and pregnancy before marriage was not just a sin then, but it removed you from polite society and ruined your future!. We tried to get round this by using condoms, obtained by Pat on the National Health Service, but they were so crude that it was almost like making love in armour. Perhaps the intention was, in any case, to discourage sex. Anyway, I couldn't cope with the lack of feeling, and we soon abandoned those. So we made love which ever way, but mainly in the missionary position, and everywhere possible -- from her bedroom to the tables in the library. When her landlord and landlady went on holiday I was able to spend the night in bed with her. When we went on holiday I was able to sneak into her hotel bedroom and do the same. Life was one long round of sex!
As I said I didn't masturbate ever before I met Pat. But I was then so tied up with sex that I even decided to experiment with masturbation in the bath in my digs. Surprisingly it was more difficult than the real thing and it took some time before I was successful; then I masturbated in addition to everything else!
Thus we moved towards our wedding, in 1961, at Christmas in my last year at university.
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