My name is Marjerie. I'm thirty-nine years old. I was married to George when I was only twenty. He left when I was just twenty-three and Charles was only two. I got an uncontested divorce three years after he disappeared. Charles is the only thing George gave me and the best thing I've ever received.
Charles is now eighteen and just graduated from high school. I have a great job and I've managed to give him everything I could and everything he wanted, except one thing. Charles is going off to university this coming August and he's still a virgin.
A week ago, I was having lunch with Mary. Mary is my best friend from high school and has supported me emotionally, and in other ways, through every crisis in my life. During lunch, I shared my anxiety over Charles' impending departure for school. I shared my concern about the separation and the void I would feel when he left. I also explained my worry about his inexperience and sending him to an environment where he might be embarrassed or worse.
Mary listened to my concern but shared that she thought I was over stressing about Charles' lack of sexual experience. She had gone to college and she was sure that he wouldn't be the only freshman virgin. She tried to explain that, in a coeducational dorm, no one was a virgin by the time they became sophomores.
I thought she might be right but I was still concerned about how difficult his first sexual experience might be. I remembered my first time and how terrified I was. I wanted Charles to have only positive experiences, especially with sex, and I wanted him to leave for school with skill and confidence.
"I really want someone to love him and teach him the right moves. You know, the things a woman likes and those she doesn't," I said.
"That's a noble goal," offered Mary. "However, you're messing with something we've all experienced and we've all done nicely afterward."
"Not all of us. My experience left emotional scars I still carry and I want Charles to have wonderful memories."
Mary considered for a moment and said, "I think I get it. Do you have someone in mind?"
"That's the problem. I don't know any of his friends. He doesn't have a girl friend. He only goes out alone. I think he meets others somewhere but I don't know where and I don't ask him. I prefer to respect his privacy."
"There is one option," said Mary.
"I think I know where you're going and I've already rejected paying someone," I responded. "A professional would be too much too soon and not really be emotionally involved in Charles' experience."
"So what's your plan?"
"I was hoping you would help."
"Whoa. You want me to have sex with your son?"
"You've known Charles from the day he was born. You love him almost as much as I do. You'd be perfect to teach him the things I can't."
"I'm a married woman with a husband and children of my own. How on earth could that work without destroying my life?"
"No one would ever know. You can use my house. I'll go out and leave you alone with him. You don't have to tell me anything about what happens and I'll never ask. Only you and Charles would know and he'll never tell. You and I have been together many times and no one has ever asked a single question about what we 'girls' do. Please think about it."
"I guess that would work," a thoughtful Mary hinted.
"Then you'll do it?" I said hopefully.
"I'll meet him once. Just once. No promises. I'll never speak about it and you can never ask."
"Deal," I agreed.
We planned I would leave Charles home alone while I went away the next weekend. Mary would arrange to go with me, but stay nearby instead.
I picked Mary up early Saturday morning for a supposed weekend long shopping trip to the city. I rented a car for her to use, and no one would recognize, while I drove alone to the city.
* * * * *
"I don't know what I was thinking," thought Mary as she drove to Marjorie's house.
I parked in the empty driveway and looked around. No one was on the street and I saw no one looking in my direction. I couldn't be sure some busybody wasn't watching from behind some window curtains but I had to walk to the door sometime. I stepped out of the car and locked it remotely as I walked to the side door of the house. I knocked gently and then harder when no one came to the door.
Charles opened the door and seemed surprised it was me. "Aunt Mary, I thought you went with mom to the city for the weekend. What are doing here?"
"Can I come in and I'll explain."
Once inside, I tried to explain without giving away my real purpose and, I suppose, maybe avoiding keeping my promise to Marjorie. "Your mom is anxious about your impending move to college. She's trying to get her head around being alone in the house after eighteen years sharing it with you. She's also wondering how you'll adjust to living in a dorm with all the temptations that entails. She respects your privacy and doesn't think you'd be comfortable talking about it with her. She arranged for you to be alone this weekend and for me to come by to see it you'd be willing to discuss it with me."
"That sounds like mom. She's always on edge around me. I just wish she'd just get it out so we could talk. However, I think there's more to it. What, specifically, is she concerned about?"
"Shit," I thought. "This isn't going to be as easy as I hoped."
"Well, your mom thinks that college is a sexual swamp and you, as a virgin, will get swept up and embarrassed without the proper experiences and expectations." "There, I said it," I thought.
"Whoa. My mom thinks I'm a virgin?"
