The Other Way
Of Stopping
Greg Blaine was the first of my friends that I can remember truly having a girlfriend. I am sure he doesn't want me to bring this up, but her name was Diane Schulberg and these were different times anyway. We all have changed, and we are glad for it.
Diane Schottenstein was a little Jewish girl with a big nose who had a locker between me and Scott Schmid in eighth grade. I don't remember her much beyond that. She and Greg dated for a while and both of them seemed happy, walking hand-in-hand, but we were young and dumb then. Love was fun. There were less sperm and less babies and less periods.
To be honest, this story has nothing to do with Greg Blaine or Diane Schulberg. It's about a lot other people, actually. I will start with the Collins sisters and Jenny Cranes. They lived near me growing up and sometimes I hung out at their houses, talking about all sorts of stuff. I was friends with a different crowd then. A kid named Ryan Vance lived there about two blocks down Bartlett, next to Jenny Cranes and just over the fence from Mary and Marie Collins.
Jenny had gotten her period a few years earlier and we as boys didn't know what periods were. We knew girls got them and we didn't and now that we know what periods are, we are glad it took a long time for anyone to tell us about them.
We didn't make much of the whole puberty thing until it really hit. Jenny and Mary and Marie and Ryan and I played a game of spin the bottle. Ryan spun the bottle first and kissed Marie. Marie spun and then kissed Ryan. Ryan spun the bottle and got to kiss Mary. So far, this game really sucked.
Mary spun the bottle and it pointed toward me. She stretched over the bottle and kissed me. She had just been smoking and her kiss had this awful taste like grandma's cigarettes. I ignored it and kissed her back. We spun for a little while longer until finally, Mary came up with the idea of the spinners going off into the living room to kiss.
Mary spun the bottle and it landed in front of me. She got up again and we went into the living room and began making out. She was only about fourteen, but puberty was really generous to her. I put my hand on her blouse, this nylon number that felt itchy. Her bra was also one of those cantilevered industrial dealies, with the dark white cotton panel keeping everything in it's place. I went for the gusto and she pushed me away. We kissed a bit more, then returned to the extra room.
Mary spun the bottle and it landed in front of me. She got up again and we went into the living room and began making out. She was only about fourteen, but puberty was really generous to her. I put my hand on her blouse, this nylon number that felt itchy. Her bra was also one of those cantilevered industrial dealies, with the dark white cotton panel keeping everything in it's place. I went for the gusto and she pushed me away. We kissed a bit more, then returned to the extra room.
Mary spun the bottle, and it pointed to Jenny Cranes. We all laughed and then argued about how to solve this matter. Finally, the girls decided that Mary got to spin again. She spun and got Ryan. They made out for awhile, then came back into the living room. Ryan was smiling from ear to ear. "I get to spin again!" he said, then spun the bottle. It pointed to Jenny. They got up and went into the living room for several minutes. They came back and her shirt was untucked and unbuttoned down to the third button. She fixed herself up and spun again. It pointed to me.
We went into the living room and it was pretty much the same as before with Mary, with Jenny pushing me away. I whispered to her and then unbuttoned the top button and jammed my hand awkwardly down her pants. I found my way under the underwear and started fiddling around. I started fingering the crease between her thigh and her groin. For me, it was amazing, For Jenny, I can only assume it was anything but. She reached down and put my hand in the right place, then after a few seconds, rethought the whole proposition and pushed me away. We kissed some more and then returned to the living room.
I spun the bottle again and it pointed to Marie. She and I went into the living room and I began to kiss her. She pushed me away and we sat there for a few moments, not saying anything at all to each other. Finally, she motioned for me to get up and we returned to the living room.
We played for a few more rounds, then I was paired up with Mary again. Mary took me to the living room and as we began kissing, I attempted to push her onto her back. She resisted. Instead, she unbuttoned my pants and put her hand down there. I was "positioned" poorly in my pants and as she fiddled around, things sort of got jammed.
Mary tugged on my pants and tried again. Soon, her cupped hand was surrounding me. I kissed her as she held her hand on top of me. She moved it a bit and I felt a sharp pain. She pulled her hand up and made the worst face I have ever seen in my life. It was as if she had stuck her hand into a corpse and was forced to pull out the entrails.
Actually, it was just me, in all my glory, doing what boys do at fourteen years old. It seemed over very quickly. Over as quickly as it started. Mary wiped her hand off on the couch and immediately got up and went into the other room. I dressed myself and quickly followed.
I looked over to Ryan and Marie looked over to Mary and the party quickly just fizzled out. Ryan and I soon went back to his house and played Atari. He made me sniff his finger and we laughed about all sorts of things. We compared their kisses and their breasts and how easy they were or were not and how we wanted to do that again. And soon.
I think that time making out with Marry was the first time I had an orgasm. It was odd, because I hardly enjoyed it. I even said something to her. She just laughed at me, like she didn't know what I was talking about. To this day, I think girls play dumb to see how much we will believe them. It's not so clear who is dumb and who is dumber.
A few years later our Junior High went on a field trip to Washington D.C. One guy told everyone how he came while dancing with a girl on the dance floor. I remembered thinking how everyone laughed and how weird it was that boys just did it at that age with very little prompting. Now I am older, it isn't as easy.