Midge Gette: Teaching Sex Education

Winslow felt a general irritation toward Mitch and Gloria Dallas, Jennifer's parents. They never seemed to be around the house, never seemed to converse with the girl. He had exchanged greetings with her a few times in front of the houses, and she seemed a bright girl, endowed with a great amount of innocent charm and a loving nature. He knew that he might be wrong about her relationship with her parents; but he was sure that he was not. Well, let them have their social lives, he thought She was doing all right.

She reached out to change the station on her radio, and his eyes slid along the underneath of her arm and down the sweep into the fullness of her breast, following the arch to its rounded press against the bikini top, noting the indentation below her breast, and down the tautened stretch of her torso with the mellow curvette of her stomach.

It was obvious to him that something was on her mind as she continued to turn the dial back and forth before finally finding something she liked. As the sounds of an electric guitar and organ crashed against one another, she picked up the suntan lotion. He stared with disbelieving elation as she raised up on her elbows to squeeze some of the syrupy liquid into the palm of her hand, her breasts held just above the towel.

He had just seen her naked as the day she was born in her room, but this was different. He grinned, thinking of men at the turn of the century enflamed at the sight of an ankle exposed by a sudden breeze. There was a magical quality about It, a sudden revelation of beauty, the fascination of a magic lantern casting shadows. Lord! but she was beautiful as she massaged her shoulders with the lotion. She bowed her head, her hair a curtain of gold over most of her breasts, making them all the more tantalizing as she looked down at them. She threw her head back, tossing the sunset spray of her hair away, a mischievous grin on her full lips.

She glanced around, seeing no one, and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts. Suddenly, her hand closed and she held the ripe blossom with a slight squeeze. Her eyelids lowered and the pink cushions of her lips parted to frame the pearl white of her teeth within an inviting pursing. Then her hand was away and her forehead was pressed against the rose colored towel, her hair draped around her face in silken waves. Slowly, she laid back down and her face turned to press against her shoulder. Moisture shimmered in her eyes, and her upper teeth indented the fullness of her lower lip.

What was wrong, Winslow wondered. Feeling guilty about squeezing her tit, he guessed. Was she still a virgin, or did she and the boy she dated screw? If they did she wouldn't be acting like this, would she? Of course, he was married and getting it regularly, and yet he was sitting like an adolescent in the dark to watch her. Whatever the cause, he was sure that she was discontented.

It made him feel bad. He wanted to comfort her, to give his ear for her to unburden her thoughts upon. Of course, that wasn't logical, but he still felt that way. Sentimental bastard, he admitted to himself. Damn her parents, where were they? No, she wouldn't want to talk to them about it even if they were there to talk to. Still, she would not be all alone with her thoughts as she now was.

She refastened her top and sat up, gathering her things together to disappear into the house. Winslow heard the front door open and knew his wife Debra had returned. Well, Jenny, hope you get things straightened out, and I'm sorry I can't be of help, he thought as he put the binoculars away. Teenage girls go through all sorts of trials and tribulations, he assured himself. Just part of growing up.

He went out into the living room to join Debra. She smiled as he embraced her, his tongue teasing her ear while his hands cupped her buttocks to bold their loins together. She laughed and their mouths pressed and joined.

Back in her room, Jennifer sat on her bed, irritated with herself. Feeling yourself up in the backyard, she thought. That's brilliant! Just lucky nobody had been around. Well, that decided it; this would be the night.

Be good, Jud, she hoped. Be as fantastic as I think you're going to be, cause I'm horny as hell.

She laid back on the azure coverlet, her hair a weave of sunlight upon the blue. She reached down and scratched her stomach, finding her fingers trailing up and down the indentation along the center of her stretched stomach. The corner of her mouth furled with anger over her own impatience. It was only a few hours till Jud would arrive, only a few hours to survive.

Would she have to sit through a movie first? She wanted to just drive somewhere, to some isolated place, but did not know if she should tell Jud that. Would he think less of her, or would he respect her for her honesty? No, she would have to wait. And her fingers were playing with the bottom of her bikini top.

She sat up suddenly, tense and breathing deeply, her fingers knotted in the bedding. Why were things so difficult? Why did she have to worry about what people thought, about what gossip her parents might hear? Her parents would be angered at the reflection her behavior cast upon them, not concerned about her happiness.

For a year or so she had felt that she hated her parents, but she no longer cared. It was now more a matter of avoiding conflicts, just tolerating their relationship to wait the two and a half years before she would be eighteen and ready to leave for college. They provided a comfortable home life and there was little strife between them, but her father's business and her mother's social life left her on her own the majority of the time. Well, that was all to the good, she thought, since they did not seem to have much to say to one another, anyway.

She tore the strings of her top free and stood, moving into her bathroom with a determined stride. She reached into the shower and turned the water up full force, tempering the icy cold blast with a slight amount of hot Water. She bent to slide the bottoms off and stepped in, feeling the needle point prickle of the water slam against her breasts and shoulders. Her breathing eased a bit, and she turned to let it cover her back.

The yearning ache that had swollen her breasts subsided, and the warm vibration within her nether lips eased. She leaned against the cool tiles and slid down to sit under the cool spray, her back to the wall opposite the shower head. She raised her knees, sliding a wet strand of hair from her eyes, and suddenly felt the fall of the water upon the insides of her thighs and the upturned blonde triangle.

She wanted to stand up, or at least to close her legs and turn them away from the drumming caress. But if she did it would stop, and it felt so good, so tender and soothing. She felt her pubic hair washed sleek against the plump hillock It covered, felt rivulets of water ease down the furrow of her passion pit. So tranquil, adrift under the gliding spill, the water beading like pearls upon the graceful arch of breasts, shimmering on the delicate slopes of her belly. And the burning tremor within her loins eased and cooled, to leave her feeling happily spent.

She had no energy to stand; but it did not matter since no one else was In the house. She wondered dreamily what Jud was doing. Was he as anxious as she, or was he just enjoying a typical Sunday afternoon working on his car? What about all their other dates? Had they had the same impassioning effect on him?

She saw his face clearly, his dark blonde hair a little long, his gray eyes bright under dark brown eyebrows, his nose straight, his mouth firm above a dimpled chin. His body had a lean firmness from years of playing tennis, the hair on his chest, legs and forearms a burnished gold against the sun darkened mahogany of his body. Though not overdeveloped, his muscles were well defined, especially his shoulders and chest; his stomach plated.