Patrick Says

I’ve been toying with this post for the better part of a month. To be completely honest, I don’t know that there is a point to it. But maybe there is. The post, in and of itself, is about the earliest time I can remember when girls became sexual to me. That is, when I became aware of the sexuality of girls. When they were no longer ‘icky’.

The tale is rather salacious and some of my milder members might even find it disturbing or pornographic. In reality, it isn’t. Nothing that day happened other than me seeing a 16-year-old girl naked and since I was significantly younger, that was an amazing day. But if the frank discussion of underage sexuality scares you, please stop now and wait for the next post. It’ll be right around the corner.

So without further ado and with disclaimer clearly laid out, I present ‘Penny’. As you would expect, names have been changed to protect the innocent.

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I’ve been trying to remember how old I was when this whole incident happened. I must have been very young. I think maybe I was in the third or fourth grade at best, as I was still going to Monroe School and Monroe closed after my fourth grade year. Which would pin me at around eleven. That sounds about right.

My best friend was a kid named Ricky. Ricky lived across the alley from me. We hung out everyday. We’d listen to KISS albums. We’d ride bikes around the neighborhood. We’d play a lot of baseball in the alley. It was just me and Ricky a lot, so we had to have a boatload of ‘ghost runners‘. Good times.

Ricky was my age and he had an older brother who must been about fourteen, I’m guessing. And Ricky also had a sister. Penny. Penny was not what you would call gorgeous, but she was pretty. She had that seventies, girl-next-door beauty that we, as a culture, seem to want desperately, but have lost to silicone, botox and collagen.

Now sixteen in the late seventies was very different that sixteen now. Girls seem to be developing way younger now than back then. And that’s a shame because boys seem to getting more aggressive earlier now than back then. But that could just be an old man talking there.

Getting back to the subject, Penny was sixteen and her breasts were pretty well-developed. That didn’t mean a lot to me, but then again, it’s all about your frame of reference. I lived with my sister and my mom. I had seen them both naked plenty of times. And it didn’t even register at all. People use comparison phrases like ‘not in the same ballpark’. This was more like ‘not even the same game’. As is proper, I could not have cared less.

But today, my world would change ever so slightly. It was hot out and school wasn’t in, so it must have been a summer day. This was a rare day when a group of kids would somehow form up. This would usually happen on summer days when kids from other blocks would make rounds. As it happened, we probably had five or six kids, including me, in the group.

John, Ricky’s older brother, was hanging out in the back yard with one of his older friends. I don’t know his name, so I will call him ‘Bill’. In Ricky’s backyard, they had a kiddie pool. Its purpose was more for cooling off than any kind of actual swimming. The hose was in the pool keeping the water fresh, I suppose. But really, that’s not what moves this story forward. No. That would be Penny.

So, there you have six eleven-year-olds playing. Two fourteen-year-olds hanging. And out of the house walks Penny. In a bikini. I can remember it so vividly. It’s crazy. It was blue and white stripes up and down…vertically. The top tied around the neck and across the back. The bottoms had those side ties. And she’s coming out to sunbathe. (Back then, the sun was much healthier than it is today.)

Most of us in the big group didn’t really notice or care at this point, but John and Bill did (or more appropriately, just Bill did). But I had no idea or even cared. I’ve got a great game of baseball over here. But slowly, our troops began dwindling as we lost more to the activity of the back yard. It seems Bill had an interest in Penny and was attempting to make something happen. They began to engage in some horseplay and as luck would have it, one of those top straps came undone. And that’s when girls suddenly weren’t ‘icky’ so much anymore.

I got a glimpse, albeit moving, of a beautiful pair of breasts. Full, bouncy, everything you can imagine. And because they didn’t belong to a family member, something clicks over in my head that says ‘yesssss’. It must have happened for the rest of us kids because what breaks out is a game of chase the girl with her top coming off. And then there’s the hose and it’s like a Warrant video being filmed. And in a move so brazen that typing it makes me shake my head right now, she willingly took the top completely off!

This is where the memory starts to get a little faded. For some crazy reason, and I’m not even kidding, Penny offered to let us come down in the basement, one at a time, for five minutes each. I know what you’re thinking…this never happened. Well, screw you, I was THERE. I’ll give you the address and you can Google Map the damn place.

I remember we all agreed and formed a line upstairs. When I got my turn, I was shaking like a leaf. I went down and Penny was down there naked. Fully. Now this was the seventies, mind you, and girls were not shaving anything if you know what I mean. So I pretty much saw nothing. I think she asked me what I wanted to do and I ran up the stairs as fast as I could run. (I imagine and am 99% sure that that was the same response she got from the other kids as well.)

And the road to depravity began. Penny, wherever you are, I salute you.

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