Never before revealed, but my story kept me awake all night last night. As women, we must support each other and change the culture of our global society.
I am eighty years old. As a student in a city elementary school, I excelled and was rewarded by “skipping” a semester, which would have made me graduate from high school in January.
To avoid that costly outcome, I attended summer school and took five major subjects in my junior year, putting me a full year ahead of my age mate peers.
I had a boyfriend who was two years my senior. He was sent to a military academy for a post high school year and then he enlisted in the Army. In that way, I avoided dating in high school. I began college in an all women’s setting and both my boyfriend and I were in our home town for the December break.
We were delighted to see each other. He claimed he thought of me every day. I had my own fantasies. I remembered our dates which ended with kissing sessions in his Jeep, parked in front of my house until my mother started turning the porch light on and off, signaling she wanted me to come inside.
But now it was winter and my friend led me to the dark den below the floor where my parents and sisters were asleep. They no longer waited up for me.
We began kissing and he lifted me up to lie beneath him on the sofa. I was excited to be wanted, aroused and happy. But all of a sudden, I realized that this was no longer my young, inexperienced, fumbling boyfriend I had fooled around with six months earlier. This was a sexually experienced man.
One hand had opened the three buttons on my empire waisted sleeveless black velvet dress and had released one breast. The other hand was reaching to pull down my pantyhose. His body was heat on mine.
I released my mouth from his kiss and said, “Wow, I didn’t realize you missed me THAT much.”
He kissed my ear, placing his tongue in my ear. I wriggled.
“Really, I’m not ready for this.”
He ignored me and began sucking on my breast.
“ Your nipple wouldn’t be engorged if you weren’t ready,” he mumbled. “You can’t get me so excited and just leave me hanging like this.”
He began to use his overwhelming strength to pin me to the couch and pulled my dress up and my pantyhose down. As he lifted his body to do so, I rolled off the couch onto the floor.
“Let yourself out,” I whispered , as angrily as I could quietly. “ I am going upstairs to bed.”
Our house had only one bathroom upstairs in the hall and a powder room downstairs. I went into the bathroom to put myself back together, straightening my clothes and combing my hair. I even put on fresh lipstick, just in case my mother had heard a noise and woke up. I calmed myself down, breathing slowly, frightened and so alone.
I am eighty years old. As a student in a city elementary school, I excelled and was rewarded by “skipping” a semester, which would have made me graduate from high school in January.
To avoid that costly outcome, I attended summer school and took five major subjects in my junior year, putting me a full year ahead of my age mate peers.
I had a boyfriend who was two years my senior. He was sent to a military academy for a post high school year and then he enlisted in the Army. In that way, I avoided dating in high school. I began college in an all women’s setting and both my boyfriend and I were in our home town for the December break.
We were delighted to see each other. He claimed he thought of me every day. I had my own fantasies. I remembered our dates which ended with kissing sessions in his Jeep, parked in front of my house until my mother started turning the porch light on and off, signaling she wanted me to come inside.
But now it was winter and my friend led me to the dark den below the floor where my parents and sisters were asleep. They no longer waited up for me.
We began kissing and he lifted me up to lie beneath him on the sofa. I was excited to be wanted, aroused and happy. But all of a sudden, I realized that this was no longer my young, inexperienced, fumbling boyfriend I had fooled around with six months earlier. This was a sexually experienced man.
One hand had opened the three buttons on my empire waisted sleeveless black velvet dress and had released one breast. The other hand was reaching to pull down my pantyhose. His body was heat on mine.
I released my mouth from his kiss and said, “Wow, I didn’t realize you missed me THAT much.”
He kissed my ear, placing his tongue in my ear. I wriggled.
“Really, I’m not ready for this.”
He ignored me and began sucking on my breast.
“ Your nipple wouldn’t be engorged if you weren’t ready,” he mumbled. “You can’t get me so excited and just leave me hanging like this.”
He began to use his overwhelming strength to pin me to the couch and pulled my dress up and my pantyhose down. As he lifted his body to do so, I rolled off the couch onto the floor.
“Let yourself out,” I whispered , as angrily as I could quietly. “ I am going upstairs to bed.”
Our house had only one bathroom upstairs in the hall and a powder room downstairs. I went into the bathroom to put myself back together, straightening my clothes and combing my hair. I even put on fresh lipstick, just in case my mother had heard a noise and woke up. I calmed myself down, breathing slowly, frightened and so alone.
