Sam had moved in next door only a week or two ago. He was a young 18 year old guy who I believed was attending the local university. I was 25 years old and finishing a law degree. I had seen him a time or two and waved to him.
I was busy one Saturday afternoon with laundry and cleaning. I had a busy week coming up as I was to be out of town for a couple law classes and lectures. The doorbell rang. I hurried to the door wondering who it would be. I was surprised to find Sam standing there.
He was holding a box. He told me he was the new guy next door. I told him I recognized him and welcomed him to the neighborhood. He was a tall, athletic looking guy. He had light brown hair and baby blue eyes. He seemed a little nervous and jumpy.
I asked him what brought him over to my house. He said a package had been delivered to him instead of me. He handed me the box. It had been opened and I could tell the contents had been moved inside the box.
Then I realized that what he was holding was the sex books I had ordered. I blushed and took the box from him. I thought that was the end of the conversation. Sam hesitated and finally asked about the contents of the box. I blushed and said something about a woman and her needs. He asked what I meant.
I did not know how to answer him. I thought he was trying to be smart or something. One of the books was on sex positions, another was on how a woman could better pleasure herself, and the third was a collection of short erotica stories. I was not currently in a relationship and planned to use the books to help satisfy my needs.
Sam continued to stand there waiting on an answer. I said I guessed a young handsome guy like him had a lot of girlfriends and experience. He blushed and said his parents did not allow him to date. I told him that might change since he was 18 and in college.
He then asked if he could ask me a question. I said sure. He wanted to know if the books in my box would explain what sex is to him. I said I guessed they would but I thought he probably already knew everything there was to know.
He laughed nervously. He then said he didn't know much. I wondered what he was talking about. I asked him to come in and sit down.
He sat across from me in a chair. I sat down on the couch. He said he had grown up in a very strict family. They were not allowed to talk about their bodies or any feelings related to them.
I Also learned he had been to a strickt religious school where there was no sex education. He said he had heard friends relate to things but he just didn't understand.