A time when kidding stops

1962 Prélude

I lost my « virginity » when I was  13 in a boy’s middle school part of a group starting from nursery school to mine, with, in between, the boys and the girls separate primary schools.

The building next to my school, was the girl’s one, were the oldest female pupils, were also the least active in learning, Marion (if I remember well her name) was already 14 with generous shapes that allowed to think she was 2 or 3 years older. If she was not a goddess in study, I learnt she was already a good fucking.

At 13, boys are generaly much more stupid than girls, I did not escaped from that rule, but I was sufficiently lucky when Marion remarked me among the tribe of boys playing the hard guys.

That’s how she told me one day to come to see her at her home after school, her parents coming back three hours later.

That is how I lost my innocence, several times in a row. After the summer vacations, back to study, I found that during summer her family had moved to another city and that I had to return to abstinence.

Abstinence that lasted until my next vacations at the seaside the following year. I had almost forgotten Marion, but not the pleasant feelings I was having with her. Not ashamed at all, I do not remind the names of the two girls, but remembered just what I felt when I slipped in.

Same the following year vacation. If I can say, I was interested by such fractal slits but not absolutely focussed at that time, but in 1965, my concept of the world changed with Laure.

1965 Stop kidding !

High school now, Paris, in the vincinity of Gare Saint-Lazare (St Lazare station Paris IX).

Many commercial zones in the area, department store, de luxe shops, and all the usual surrounding for a station : coffee shops, hotels, restaurants, bars, and hookers in streets nearby.

Just in front of my high school entrance, on the other side of the Rue du Havre, started a narrow street. In the middle, a pub. Full grown up passed PM 8 :00, but high school students territory between AM 12 :00 and PM 6 :00, and at that time beer was not considered as a sin and not as a so destructive alcoholic beverage. Of course the students from my school were clients, but not only. Girls from the « Lycée Racine » (some distance away but not so far) were coming too.

That is where I met, Laure, from the other gender side, in February, one day by PM 4 :30 after teaching hours. I was sipping a beer with two friends of my class, nobody else in the pub, I invited her to join us. Again several times after that, until one day in March, I was alone and her too ; the real flirt started.

We both were in high school diploma year : her in sciences speciality as she wanted to become doctor, me in a mix litterature-mathematics that could lead me to law and economics studies.

(I say it here because several years later, she reappeared because of her medical speciality, mine was less important as, in spite of my university diplomas, I chose to become officer in the army… for a while)

For the time being and for a short while, we exchanged tongues arguments and hands explorations, a week later went together in urgency to the toilet of the pub. She evidently was no more a birdbrained virgin, for sure, when I put my key in her keyhole, it moved swiftly without obstacle.

We repeated such connections three or four times, but one day, a guy from my school had an urgent need while we were expressing ourselves and he made such a fuss that he considered me as a devilish pervert. Laure told me to come at her home on the next Saturday, it will be  quiet.

Living in a Paris suburb, I had to explain to my parents that I was going to review with a friend the whole yearly program for all matters before the end-of-year exams. Not really a lie… but…

The mix Sex and Studies (or the reverse), was quite efficient for both activities and it helped a lot to obtain confidences from the other side. One day, we were relaxing after a « sporty » time (and after a week of pause because of a risky period). Laure explained that she was careful not to have a baby, because it seemed that she was herself conceived by her mother (Isabelle) in such a similar situation when she was 18 years old.

From this point, she moved on and described a night, when she was 6 or 7, waking in the dark, hearing moans coming from her parents bedroom, going to their door, some light was on, she opened and saw her father on her moaning mummy. « Papa ! Stop ! Mama is hurting. » .

Isabelle, within her moans, said « No not hurting… hmmm ! It is so… ahhhh ! Good. »

They did not slowed at all until they reached their top leaving their daughter uncertain.

A quarter hour later, Isabelle, still stark naked, took her to her room, explaining that she saw how she was made, like all other babies.

Interesting, at least for me with parents much more old fashioned. But my surprise increased sharply when Laure goes on about events when she was 13.

In the meantime, Laure whitnessed, from time to time, her parents intimate competitions ; I was no more surprised by her knowledge.

She was still in a telling mode, laying on my chest in my arms.

« Since two years Papa and Mama were going to « social events » once or twice a month, leaving me alone. One day, My mother told me : 

« We’ll have guests here Saturday, I’ll prepare the diner. Hope it’ll be good.

- Guests ? Who ?

- Doctors, medical professors at Paris University. We will have to have professionnal talks after diner. »

I don’t know why, but there was something ringing false in my mother’s words.

On the very Saturday, PM 6 :45 they arrived, a couple in their late thirties ( old in my view). At least they were MD’s like Mama, Papa was remaining in the background, as businessman, he was out of the box but did not seemed worried at all.

PM 9 , the diner was over, it was perfect, I even could taste my father’s Cognac before going officially for the night to my bedroom.

During almost an hour, I could hear muffled voiced from the closed door of the living room. I started to be on alert when the voices exchange faded to be replaced by my so well known mother’s moaning and the other woman’s laugh. I decided to have a look and tiptoed to the kitchen where there was a communication door with the main room.

The door had been left ajar, so I had a good view on the events. Yes, I had seen sex several time before, but it was the first time I saw my parents having intercourse with strangers, and more, my mother received the other man’s sex in her back hole. With some grin, yes, but she had it in.

In a way, I felt more shocked by the other man than by the other hole.»

I did not said anything, I couldn’t.  She went on :

« A week later I had my first period ; my first blood ! I was informed, Isabelle being a gynecologist, but it made me unstable for a while and I talked about the other night.

I was told a lot of things and decided two for my future : I’ll become gynecologist too and be free concerning sex.»

It was now evident that I was part of her second decision. A lesson for me : females also can decide. I just said : « You say all this under the eyes of your doll. »

I learnt only months later that I was only the N°4 and the best ,,, for the time being… for her. That was why she introduced me to her parents just after our successful exams in July 1965.

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