When I was younger I used to keep journals. They're filled with significant events and things I would have otherwise forgotten the details of. Of course, most of the things I wrote in them were related to sex (first blowjob, best or worst blowjob, etc.). I was reading and reminiscing about some of my sexual adventures (and "misadventures") and one of the results is a series I wrote called "Church Boy". The basis of which are actual people and events, embellished with "wished this would have happened too".
I still find it ironic that my earliest sexual experiences are associated with the church I attended when I was growing up. Especially since my VERY "church-lady-ish" mother thought it would be a good idea to keep me as close to the church as possible to cull any mischievous, sexual notions or intentions I might have had. She never took into account the "notions and intentions" of some of the other "church ladies".
Ha!
In the first "Church Boy" story, the main character, Brian, ("me") is a young man that has a sexual encounter with an older woman, Lydia, while traveling home on a bus from a church sponsored getaway.
This actually did happen to me. This was during the summer after my freshman year. I was around 19 or 20, and LM (her real initials) was 35. Both of us were flirting throughout the entire trip, which took place over the course of 4-days. This culminated in us making out one night, and then me fingering and going down on her during the return trip.
Unfortunately, that was also the only time that LM and I would get together. She had a live-in boyfriend. We certainly tried to hook up - multiple times - but it never happened. In the second story I imagined what getting together with her might have been like, and in part four I imagined a threesome with LM and another lady from church that I'd had encounters with.
In part three of the series, I introduce Willimena, or "Miss Willie". LW (actual initials) was also an actual person. She was a close friend of my grandmother. They'd served on several administrative committees together. I also recall that she and my mother didn't really like each other (although it was mostly my mother that had an issue).
We had several dozen causal encounters from the time I was 20 that lasted until I was 22 when I moved away from home. At the time she was in her mid to late 50s. She was also the first person to tell me "there's NOTHING WRONG" with sex - it's fun and feels good for a REASON! I personally credit LW with being responsible for my sexual enlightenment, growth and creativity. She was a VERY open-minded lady!
LW was a woman who followed her own path, she was flirtatious, and always had a nick-name for people she liked (she called me "Sweetie"). She was into yoga and was the first to laugh at (or tell) "off-color" humor. She was also the first person her age I'd met that had tattoos (peace-sign on left shoulder, Black-Power fist and a heart at top of left thigh).
