Jul 252009
 

One of my earliest sexual fantasies that I can remember didn’t involve me doing anything directly with anyone else. In high school I really did have limited sexual experience past the requisite making out. Nothing major happened until my junior year and it was a fumbled poor attempt at sucking the cock of an asshole in the backseat of his car. I didn’t fully bloom until my first sexual relationship with a boy in the spring of my senior year. Before that, to be quite frank, sex and hard cocks and horny teenage boys really intimidated the hell out of me.

But I was still curious, albeit from a distance.

My parents owned an RV. Nothing fancy, nothing brand-new, but it served its purposes for the long traveling vacations they were fond of. There was the traditional double-bed sized sleeping loft above the drivers cabin. There was a full sized bed in the back, taking up one side of the rear of the RV.

Despite my limited knowledge of sex I knew that kids my age couldn’t really freely have sex wherever they wanted in their parents houses or even elsewhere. So my fantasy was to run a sex-mobile. A pay-by-the-hour motel room on wheels. Under cover of night, innocently driving and revealing nothing suspicious to the outside world. But inside…..I’d be treated with aural and visual teasing stolen peeks of the naked couple in the back bed of the RV. More elaborate fantasies had me rigging up secret hidden cameras to better view the debauchery.

Since I didn’t know how to orgasm or even where my clitoris was, at that age, I’m not sure why I tortured myself so much with these elaborate imaginative fantasies but I do at least recall that these aroused me greatly.


As I recall this set of fantasies now, the glaring differences between my generation and the current generation of high school kids are clear as day. I did not grow up in a small town, I was not friendly only with shy repressed wallflowers, and I had plenty of short-lived boyfriends. But the rampant sex lives of teenagers today is at once troubling and enviable. While I think I started making up for “lost time” with that senior year boyfriend and subsequent college romps, I still missed out on a lot of fun in the time period when I looked my best and was my most confident self.

  • Tracer Bullet

    Youth is wasted on the young; prescription painkillers are wasted on the old.

  • Big Geek

    ahahaha its sort of funny that you mention the sex lives of this generation are both troubling and enviable. I have often thought that I was born just too late of course I was a wall flower intimidated by most every thing and every one… so that is more or less wishful thinking on my part. More a If I knew then what I know now sort of lament. Being the single father of a daughter it is astoundingly troubling. Especially given that my mother call used to call me regularly about some Opra show featuring wild sexual exploits of young teen girls.

    ~ I know I know, and I watch shows like Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill (I know, fiction but still….gotta get their storylines somewhere) and my GOD they’re more “wordly” than I was even in college!!