Contents
Chapter 1—- Jack Rider Chapter 18 —- Claire Wilson
Chapter 2 —- Cindy Richards Chapter 19 —- Samantha Ryan
Chapter 3 —- Susie Brown Chapter 20—- Francis Henly
Chapter 4 —- Bobby Smith Chapter 21—- Thomas Cochrane
Chapter 5 —- Betsy Brown Chapter 22 —- Rosie Anderson
Chapter 6 —- Casy Smithers Chapter 23 —- Paul Burton
Chapter 7 —- Jenny Johnstone Chapter 24 —- Judy Harper
Chapter 8 —- Paul Anderson Chapter 25 —- Tom Randal
Chapter 9 —- Cathy Thompson Chapter 26 —- Nino Stagnitti
Chapter 10 —- Richard Benning Chapter 27 —- Ronnie Harper
Chapter 11 —- Shirley Dixon Chapter 28 —- Glenda Clifford
Chapter 12 —- Sharon Lancashire Chapter 29 —- Jack Nichols
Chapter 13 —- Vicky Ellsworth Chapter 30 —- Jennifer Brittany
Chapter 14 —- Raymond Price Chapter 31 —- Prudence Miller
Chapter 15 —- Katy Albert Chapter 32 —- Damien Forrester
Chapter 16 —- Aisha Akel Chapter 33 —- Becky Oldsmith
Chapter 17 —- Jack Epstein Chapter 34 —- Gloria Jones
Hello, I decided to write a story about first love and decided that I would contact the students of the class of year twelve of 89 and ask them to remember back to their first love so that I may have subject matter for my novel. The stories that I gathered were so varied that I thought that I would print each interview, as each story should not be destroyed by being incorporated into one piece of fiction and so here are their stories.
Chapter 1
Jack Rider.
Class of 89.
“Criminal Love”
I remember back to the first day after I had started my last year of school which was year 12, my last year of schooling. I was sitting in my standard position in class when I began looking around at the other students who I had known for much of my life, particularly the girls who were slowly becoming women, but much too slowly from my point of view.
At first, I looked at Susie Brown who in grade five I had courted (as if we can call it courting when speaking of ten-year-old children.) I had seduced her with my charm, and we reached the erotic heights where she would hold my hand but would progress no further. One day without even knowing why, I tried to kiss young Susie. She immediately released the grip on my hand and ran away from me. I surmised that this offence which I had committed had completely overwhelmed her, after which she had run home to talk to her mother who had advised her against such a wanton display of affection. That attempt at romance soon fritted away but Susie was not the only girl in my vicinity and so my attention was soon elsewhere.
After one of the opposites of my species had rejected me, it took many years, but I finally set my sights on another and befriended another now more mature girl, Jenny Clark, of thirteen years of age. I thought that I would forgo holding hands as that had not worked out well for me previously and so I often sat close to Jenny while studying, when, without too much notice, I turned to her and kissed her. To my complete surprise she had no objection and seemed enthusiastic and asked for a second helping of the same. We would often study together and every time when we were out of view of others, we would kiss. After some time, I realized that this was not exactly what I was needing and one day I embraced her and drew her close to me so that I would feel her developing bosom pushing into my chest.
This was apparently another vile act on my part as Jenny pushed away from me and after that we never studied together again. I surmised that she had also run to her mother who had advised her that this intimacy was a wanton act and told her daughter to withdraw from such a promiscuous act with a boy such as me.
I could never understand the limits imposed on girls by their mothers, while I knew for a fact, from what my own mother had told me, that some of their mothers had not been at all reserved at such a young age. I had other experiences that amounted to the same and was now disillusioned with the girls in my peer group.
It was my first day back at school in year twelve when I came to the decision that I was associating with young girls when I needed an experienced ‘woman of the world’. I was just forming this train of thought when our new English teacher walked into our classroom. I paid no attention to this new teacher until I realized that all the male eyes were fixated on her with their mouths slightly ajar. I turned my head to see this woman of 22 years of age with a black miniskirt above which she wore a loose blouse which housed a formidable bosom.
I immediately realized that this woman must be a ‘woman of the world’ who could advise me on all that I needed to continue through life. It was difficult at first to concentrate on class study material while she strutted around the room in her short skirt and loose top. After a month or so into that year I approached her when I was alone with her after the other students had rushed out to have their lunchbreak. The teacher’s name was Cindy Richards and when she saw me approach her, she asked, “What can I do for you Jack?” I sat on a nearby chair and explained my situation to her in that I had a problem in understanding girls. I explained my life to her, in that Susie had wanted to hold my hand but wanted no more of me, and that Jenny wanted to kiss me, but apart from that also wanted no more from me. I requested information from Miss Richards and so I explained myself to her. “I need an experienced woman to explain the workings of the female psyche, otherwise I will continue on a pathway through life that leads nowhere.”
Miss Richards smiled as she replied, “I am here to teach you English and that is the extent of my responsibilities, but if you drop in at my residence after school, I may be able to steer you in the right direction. I was shocked at how freely an experienced ‘woman of the world’ could react to what would frighten younger girls, making them run for cover back to their mothers for what I considered was ill advice.
I knew that this would be the experience that I needed if I were to progress any further with the female population. During that day I had formed images of who I would meet at Cindy’s door and what if anything at all that she would be wearing.
Cindy lived in a lowset home not far from the school and so I soon knocked on her door and was invited inside and told to sit on the couch while she would make us both a lemonade. Cindy was still wearing the same outfit that she had worn during the day which surprised me as I had formed varying images of her meeting me at the door, wearing not much more than a smile. I was perhaps a little disappointed, but not as much as later when she sat across from me with two books in her hand. One book was called ‘Pride and prejudice’ and the other was called ‘The sensual woman’. I had heard of both these books but had not read them. Miss Richards passed them to me and said that I should read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ firstly and then ‘The sensual woman’.
I was disappointed to say the least, especially as she sat across from me as modestly as one could in a miniskirt and a loose top which was of course not possible at all. Cindy then explained, “After you have read these books, you will have explored two worlds which are not necessarily separated from one another. Every female alive is a mixture of what is contained in these books. The minds of girls or young women continue to battle with the contents of what is contained in both these books, and so Jack, go and read them after which we may discuss what can be learnt from the contents of both these books.”
I was soon walking home thinking that Miss Richards had conned me into reading two books, as she had always tried to imprint the importance of reading onto all her students. Was this another disappointment that would be embedded in my memory for the rest of my life?
I was a little hurt, but I liked Cindy Richards; I loved talking to her; I liked to smell her perfume; I liked the short skirts that she wore to class and always wondered why she would always attempt to pull the hemline down, when, if that were truly her desire then she could just as easily wear a longer skirt. This was another mystery that would possibly haunt me for the rest of my life but at least I had an experienced woman of the world who was taking the time to explain life’s mysteries to me.
I eventually finished ‘Pride and prejudice’ and then called on Cindy again at her home where we discussed the book. Cindy asked, “Jack, did you gain any useful information of the female psyche from reading this book?” I had to be truthful and said that I was more confused than ever, and this lovey-dovey tale would be of little benefit to me. Cindy sat close to me on the couch so we could both see the book which remained closed. Cindy explained that the two lovers in this book had to fully understand one another before they would be able to justify any animal attraction that they had formed the very moment that they firstly met one another.
I knew that what she was saying was correct, but I could not see how that pertained to my situation at all. I, however, would have read every book in the library to again have Cindy sit beside me and brush up against me when we were evaluating any book that I had read. I now had to go home to read ‘The sensual woman’, which I knew would be more beneficial to me as I roughly knew what was described in the book.
After I finished ‘The sensual woman’ I again sat on Cindy’s couch feeling her close beside me discussing the contents of the book. Cindy then explained, “Women will react differently in every environment and every situation that they find themselves in, and so, when the right situation develops, you should be close at hand to be the one that she turns to for, love, compassion, tenderness, and perhaps much more.
I thanked her for her help and when she showed me to the door, I gently kissed her. I could see the look of horror in her features as she explained that she was a teacher and that I was a student, and it was inappropriate for me to do such a thing. I turned to walk away when she grabbed my hand and dragged me back inside and kissed me more passionately than I had done to her, then said, “If you decide to kiss a woman you may as well put some passion into it, as otherwise it may only confuse her, now go home Jack.”
I walked away from Miss Richards residence with a feeling of depression as I no longer had a reason to call in to see her, even though having her embrace and kiss me was already installed in my memory banks; another memory that I would take to the grave with me. I could still feel her bosom trying to drive indents into my chest; I could feel her lips on mine and I could smell her perfume but had little chance of experiencing this feeling again.
I had already decided to ask Miss Richards if she could provide me with another relevant book to read as soon as I would again be in her class. She fell for my ploy and soon I was reading another book which would give me an excuse to call on her. After I had finished the book, I would again go and see Cindy to sit with her on her couch to talk about the book as a pretext to having her sit close to me. As I arrived at her house, I saw a man exiting through the front door followed by a vase that I was sure was aimed at his head.
I waited until the man drove away and soon after, knocked on Cindy’s door. While Cindy was opening the door she screamed out, “What the hell are you still doing here?” I was for a moment taken aback but then Cindy stated, “Sorry Jack, I thought that you were someone else. Come in.”
I stood looking at Cindy who had tears flowing down her cheeks and who immediately turned to hide them from me which she must have known was not possible. She then went to the couch and was soon pulling tissues out of a container, attempting to dry her face. I put my book on the table and then positioned myself beside her, more closely than I had ever done before and then asked, “Why have you been crying?”
Cindy replied. “My boyfriend has just dumped me unceremoniously by calling me a ‘frigid bitch’.” Tears again started to flow, and so I embraced her, mainly for the reason to sooth her as I cared deeply for her, not only because I wanted to have my way with her, as did every male student in year 12, but as I did not wish for her to be hurt. Cindy then broke free from my embrace and then stood while speaking, “I will show that son of a bitch who is frigid, after which she grabbed my hand and continued speaking, “Jack, this is the right time in the right place in the right situation for you to learn about a woman’s psyche.” Cindy grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bedroom and immediately began to loosen the belt holding up my jeans.
I had seen enough Hollywood movies to know what was required of me. I reached into my jeans pocket to retrieve one of the condoms that I had placed there years earlier and which my mother took out and replaced every time she washed my jeans. It was soon that Cindy permitted me to undress her, which I considered was a pleasurable task after which she pulled me on top of her and we started on what most people do frequently, but I had never done before. I believe that it was over much sooner that we both would have liked and so we soon tried again which lasted much longer.
I looked down into the small bin where I had placed my used condoms and could see traces of blood. I immediately realized the implications of what this may well represent, but surely that was not possible with an experienced ‘woman of the world’ such as Cindy. I showed Cindy the bloodied condom and she smiled as she replied, “Today we have both taken a role of teacher and student as I am no different to the other girls in your class, only slightly older. We decided to take the same roles one more time before I left and after that moment, I never saw Cindy again.
At school, I asked what had happened to Miss Richards and the Principal informed me that she had left for unknown reasons which were a mystery to him. I of course knew why she left as she had had relations with a student, which I knew was totally unacceptable in today’s society. I was sad as I had fallen in love with her as she had been a good teacher who had not only given me an interest in reading but had taught me much about life. I suppose looking back, I had also taught her, as she was not the mature ‘woman of the world’ as I had thought, but only a slightly older version of Susie and Jenny and the others who I had been friendly with over the years.
The world kept on turning and soon I was thirty-two years of age and had experienced many relationships with women who all seemed to fall short when compared to Cindy. When I was 32 years old, I was sitting at a coffee shop one day when I looked around and saw Cindy at another table. I waited to see if anyone would be joining her, and after ascertaining that she was alone, I grabbed my coffee and asked if I could sit down with her.
Cindy recognized me immediately and asked me to sit down. Cindy was now 36 years of age but did not seem to have aged at all except in that I thought I could see in her the confidence of a what I considered a ‘woman of the world’. I had previously thought that she was such a woman at 22 years of age, but I would not make the same mistake again. I noted that her mini skirt seemed a tad longer to which she explained that women who wore short skirts always tugged at them in a downward direction to protect their modesty, and so, after some time she had decided to buy slightly longer skirts.
After talking to Cindy I found to my complete amazement, that Cindy was still single, as she had been involved with men who soon proved that they were not suitable marriage material. We seemed to talk for hours until we could drink no more coffee and it was time for me to take my leave. I said that it was time for me to go and it was then that Cindy said that she had a book with her for me to read, and she would give me her address for when I had finished it, so that we could discuss the contents.
I smiled as I replied, “I have read that particular book more than once already and so why do I not just follow you home so that you can supply me a lemonade and then grab me by the hand and guide me to your bedroom. Cindy seemed stunned by my abruptness as she spoke, “Jack, it seems to me that it is you who have now become a ‘man of the world’ and so I will again become your student and you can become my teacher.
I taught Cindy all that I had learnt since our last meeting, finding her an excellent student as well as an attentive teacher, after which, I came to the decision that I wished to keep on teaching and learning from Cindy for the rest of my life. Soon after, I married Cindy and this time our age difference was more easily accepted by society, and so, as is written in many of the romantic story books, we managed to live happily ever after.