 SEX....(Excerpt) Maxine Daley
When you consider what we did--when we were young--in the cars parked on the top of a mountain, or down at the beach, or two doors from our own house, we might just as well have "gone all the way" as we so quaintly put it. Some of us haven't experienced such passionate foreplay since.
Boys followed some mysterious sequential rule apparently memorized in groups and agreed upon like a creed: Simple kiss. French kiss. Hand on breast outside of blouse. Hand on breast inside of blouse. Blouse off. Hand on both breasts. Bra off. Kiss breasts. Hand on leg. Hand on thigh. Hand inside of pants. Pants off. Simulated intercourse with finger. Girl has orgasm. Boy doesn't. He presses up against her to finish while she recoils or stares nervously out the window, practically hissing at him. "Hurry up!" We might just as well have done it.
Except that we were terrorized. Nobody owned a diaphragm. There was no pill. The boys were forever panting that they would "withdraw" at the crucial moment and we would be safe, as untouched as before. But we knew better. Our mothers saw to that. We knew sperm could attack from ninety miles offshore like a missile. Boys who displayed frightening "rubbers" at the last minute were lost forever. We would freeze and move quickly to our side of the seat, buttoning up everything, and smoothing down our skirts. The destroyed boy would put his head down on his arms on the steering wheel. Then, we would demand "Did you bring that thing because you just assumed that I was going to do it?"
Twenty five years later and we are even considering men younger than ourselves.
It takes a woman with a rare body or rare self-esteem to to sleep with a man half her age, or ten y ears younger, or even her own age, considering how well men hold up. If you are, say, a 45-year old female, unless God hs been very good to you, or you have been very good to yourself, you will have a few sags here and there, soft spots where soft spots shouldn't be and dimples where they are not so cute. In short, you are a soft body. You do not have the hard body your young man is used to. So, the scene must be staged so that it compensates for your age, and puts you in the most flattering light, which is often no light at all.
Although hard bodies may do everything, according to Cosmo, you--a soft body--must do everything according to the condition of your body.; for some of us that means lurking around in a pitch black room and eventually letting the man discover you, like buried treaure, under layers of blankets drawn gratefully up to your chin.So it goes. Hard bodies take showers with their men. Soft bodies bolt the bathroom door, but emerge wearing black chiffon. Hard bodies walk around naked. Soft bodies walk around clutching a large towel. Hard bodies read the funnies in bed with their men..Soft bodies jump out of bed and make a big breakfast. Hard bodies have sex in almost any position. Soft bodies have sex in almost any position that doesn't cause a sag somewhere. Hard bodies fall asleep when it is all over. Or talk, talk, talk, while their man tries to fall asleep. Soft bodies listen. Hard bodies get up and go home. Soft bodies stay put because it is their bed. In sex, soft bodies are the home team. They take every advantage they can get....
(To Be continued)
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