It was about 4 o'clock, and I had to cut the lawn at home, so I assured
janey that I would indeed be back around 8. I rode my bicycle home and
proceeded to tend to my chores, and all the time trying not to think about
what I was going to hear that evening.
My parents had left the day before for a long weekend at the Girl Scout
camp, and taken my younger brother and sister with them. I was left to fend
for myself, but, under the watchful eye of Mrs Goyke (our neighborhoods
semi-official aunt/baby sitter/overseer/busybody. I think you know the type!)
I went over and told her that I was going to the movies with my friend from
the beach, and that I'd be home about ten. She said that if she didn't see
lights on in the house by 10:30 she was going to call the cops and my folks
in that order.....Oh she was a wonderful lady!
I went back to the house and got the timer off the coffee pot and
plugged my desk lamp into it and set it for 10:10, and went about my task of
trying to make myself as grown-up as I could for Janey. Around 7:30 I rode
back to the park, and went to the far guard-stand and waited.
About five minutes later I heard a car drive up into the now-deserted
beach lot. Glancing anxiously I spotted Janey. She was wearing a light
grey warm-up suit over a tank-top. As she came nearer, I could hear my own
heart pounding in me ears, and thought she'd hear it, too and think I was a
silly little kid. As she came up to me, she leaned over and kissed me on
the lips softly and said "I brought some special coffee in case it gets cool
later, and there's a blanket in the car so we can sit on the beach."
We climbed up onto the guard-stand, and she sat with her back to one
side and I sat with my back to the other. As the seat is only about three
feet long, this gave us just enough to be comfortable. The park lights were
on, but I had chosen the guard-stand furthest from the nearest light and it
was really quite dark.
Janey asked how it was that I could be out this late, and I explained
that earlier cautions I had taken for Mrs. Goyke. She just laughed and said
that I was a resourceful guy and she really liked that.
We started talking about just stuff in general, and then she asked me,
out of the blue, if I had ever seen a girl naked before! I stammered and
turned purple, and stuttered. She said "If you want me to be honest with
you tonite, you'll have to be honest with me." I agreed and told her about
playing "doctor" with a couple of the neighbor girls, and about looking
through the hole in the ladies dressing-room here at the beach, and about
looking through every girly magazine I could get my hands on. She laughed
a little and said that she'd guessed as much. Next she asked if I knew what
making love was all about. I answered that I'd taken Sex-Ed in scouts, and
had seen the animals at the farm, and had read some stories in this one mag-
azine, and I guessed I knew about it. (Right, sure I did!!) Next, came the
question that made me almost fall off the stand......"When you look at the
pictures or read the stories, do you masturbate.....do you jerk-off?"
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