The Beginning.
I was crushed. Anger, loss and guilt mingled to make of me an emotional and increasingly, a physical mess.
Those who have experienced the loss of their first love will understand how I felt when I received a letter from Judy announcing she was to be married.
Perhaps I had better explain.
Chapter 1. Cubby Love
I first fell in love with Judy when I was six years old. I was in the same class as her in Primary School when I first set eyes on her across the class room. A pretty little creature with black curly hair and large dark eyes and a brown complexion as if she had a permanent sun tan; it was love at first sight.
There it would have remained because I was far too shy to speak to her. Also at recess time in those days the girls and boys were separated into different “play grounds,” as they were called, so no opportunity presented itself for further contact.
I might, of course, have tried to meet her before or after school, but her mother brought her to school and met her afterwards.
Fortune, however, was on my side. Judy lived in the same street as my family and my mother became a great friend of Judy’s mother, Mrs. Parsons. Thus eventually I was brought into further contact with Judy.
The first time I met Judy, apart from the school room, was when Mrs.Parsons, visiting my mother, brought Judy with her. The two adults chatted as Judy and I stared at each other, once more across a room. Then mother made the usual comment of most parents; “Why don’t you two go out into the garden and play.” No doubt they wished to discuss the latest local scandal not fit for children’s ears.
“Show Judy your cubby house,” mother added. If only parents understood the dangers of cubby houses!
Judy and I duly wandered out into the garden and still unspeaking I led her to the cubby house. Here Judy, with all the wiles of a female three times her age, flattered my male ego.
“I’ve got a cubby houthe too,” she lisped, “but ith not ath big ath thith.”
I, with male instinct for what was required responded, “But I bet it’s got some nice things in it.”
“Oh yeth,” Judy responded, “Ith got a tea thet and a real bed and table and chairth.”
The social ice was broken and from that moment Judy and I became firm friends. The visits between our mothers were quite frequent so when mother went to visit Mrs.Parsons I tagged along, as did Judy when her mother visited mine.
In time we were allowed to visit each other unaccompanied by mothers and in our respective cubby houses over the following years, all sorts of interesting games were played.
These began, I think, when we engaged in the childish curiosity which culminated in, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”
At that stage interest in each other’s genitals was purely academic as we speculated why I had one and Judy didn’t. Then came the time when Judy, having secretly observed her parents in the act of what in later years I knew to be sexual intercourse, announced, “I thaw daddy lying on top of mummy and he wath moving up and down.”
We considered this strange phenomenon but could come to no conclusion as to why her parents should have been so occupied. In order to consider the matter further Judy suggested we should play at mothers and fathers.
This took place in her cubby house with her “real bed,” which wasn’t actually a real bed, but the cut down version of a single bed. Never the less it served for the purpose of our experiment.
Judy lay down and I got on top of her as instructed, then sort of pounded up and down. The effect was unspectacular if not positively uncomfortable so we gave up this attempt and returned to the intellectual speculation of the subject.
It was agreed that Judy would try to see her parents in the act again, and try to find out any further details. I undertook to do the same with my parents.
I think I was more fortunate than Judy when it came to this investigation. From the standpoint of adulthood I can now see that my parents were still very emotionally engaged with each other. Sometimes, when I was supposed to be asleep, I had heard strange cries, whimpers and moans emanating from my parents bedroom.
In addition, there was little of physical prudishness in our family, and it was not unusual for me to see mother or father moving about the house, not quite naked, but in very basic underwear. I had observed some differences between my mother and father in that on occasions when I had seen mother in panties and bra or her two piece bathing suit, I noticed she had rather “large lumps” in front of her chest, and father was less well endowed in this respect.
While on the subject of mother I should point out that as a child I thought her very pretty, in fact, it was Judy’s similarity to mother that probably attracted me to her in the first place.
Whilst I might not have given her this description when a child, I can now say that mother would probably not be described as beautiful or even pretty; if I were to use one word to describe her it would be “striking.” The same brown complexion that I had observed in Judy, dark shining eyes, a nose slightly curved giving her something of a noble hawkish look, full lips with a soft rounded chin and a long neck that reminded me of a marble column.
Her figure is full with breasts tending to the large; narrow waist and wide hips to match her breasts. She said of her figure, “I have to watch it,” meaning that she could easily put on weight. Her legs are shapely and sturdy with narrow ankles and small feet.
I have heard someone refer to her voice as “dark brown,” which I think was a description of its soft alto timbre. I know I have always loved to hear her speak my name, “Hugh”, for she gave it a musical lilt.
My father’s favourite name for her was “Gypsy” that he used more often than her true name, “Hera.”
