I'm eighteen. So is my first boyfriend Eric. Eric, who lived next door and still does. I don my best bikini and walk across our yard to the river for a swim. And there is Eric. This is 2019, before anybody ever heard of corona virus. At least nobody I know, so I can sit down next to him and swim in the river with him and all the regular stuff.
I hardly ever see Eric. He went to St. John's for high school, I went local. But I remember him. And I feel sort of sad. He's a nice boy, nice looking, polite, athletic. I should have stayed with him. We never did anything. Too young. First boyfriend. Too bad. Now we're going off to college, he in New Haven, I in Cambridge. Now we'll never see each other.
Being done swimming we walk. I deliberately take us past the area where we used to do Billy Jack. Not Eric and I, but me and other girls with other guys. My friend Kristie who runs The Wenches group we founded still does it with the Harrington brothers whose family owns the estate we are walking on. Billy Jack is a movie but to us it means screwing. With the girl staked out naked on the ground. In the movie Delores Taylor is out in the country riding her horse. She stops to sunbathe in the nude and is taken by two bad guys and staked out like a starfish naked on the ground and fucked against her will.
"Do you know about Billy Jack?" Eric asks.
"Yes, did you do it?"
"No," he says. "Did you?"
"No, of course not!" I lie.
"Oh, look!" Under a tree I see the box where I know Kristie still keeps the stuff you need to do it. "I bet the stuff they used is still here!" I take him by the hand and rush over to the box.
"Open it!" I tell him and he does. And there it is. The spikes. The big hammer to pound them into the ground, the ropes, lubricant because Kristie takes it in the bum regularly from the Harrington boys.
"Amazing!. If we put the spikes in will you tie me down?" I look at him pleading. A chance to do for him what I never did before.
"OK," he says, a little unsure this is really happening.
"We need to know where to put them." I have indeed done this before. "I'll lie on the ground and you get them started where we need them."
So I lie down on the flat grass, burnt from the sun and spread myself like a starfish. The sexual aspect of just lying like that was not lost on me, nor the idea that a boy was about to tie me down in nothing but my tiny bikini. Nor the idea that with any luck I'd soon be buck naked and this delicious boy was about to insert himself in me.
"Here?" He positions the first one near my right wrist.
"A little further back." I like about two feet of rope between my wrists and ankles and the stakes. He starts pounding the first one in.
"Oh boy, this is terrific!" He's got the first one in and is moving toward the second.
"I love being tied down, nothing turns me on more!"
"You mean like sexually?"
"Yes! Doesn't you?"
