Part 1
I grew up in central Texas, in an extremely religious household. My father was a traveling Pentecostal Preacher, who shouted fire and brimstone from the pulpit and from his armchair at home. Avoiding sin was an enormous part of my upbringing. I'm sure it warped me, sexually speaking, but there you have it. He died when I was a senior in high school, and my mother loosened the reigns a bit, but I was still pretty naïve and unsure of myself when it came to women. My father had been a hard man, full of fire and brimstone and utter disappointment that I wanted to sing instead of preach the gospel. He was also an unreasonable and demanding sonofabitch with a penchant for knocking me on my ass when I spoke up for myself or was rebellious in the slightest. My mother was much less harsh, and was very good and kind to me, but her religious beliefs ruled all things, even after my father passed away and she lightened the rulebook a bit. There was no sin allowed in our home. No talk of sex or healthy relationship advice. As far as I had been taught, sex outside of marriage was a sin, and anything done solely for pleasure was the road to damnation.
After my father passed, I started singing in a rock band, and was getting quite a bit of attention from the girls, but I'm afraid I was quite the disappointment to several of them, having zero knowledge about how to please a woman or how great sex can be if everyone is having a good time. All that changed the summer before my freshman year of college.
My mother had this friend, named Tina, who was much younger. Tina was around 34, and my mother was in her early forties, I think. The woman would flirt just enough with me to turn my face red, but I just always assumed that she was just messing with me. I had known her for about a year and she had always gone out of her way to flirt with me or make suggestive comments, just out of earshot of my mother, and she always got a big laugh out of how red my face would turn or how discombobulated I would get over her antics. Now understand, this was some frumpy old biddy like the rest of my mother's friends. Tina was extremely attractive. She was about 5'1", slender but not scrawny, a pretty face and a nice body. She probably wore a C Cup, and I loved watching her walk away in tight jeans. Tina was the kind of woman that looked sexy in a sundress or jeans in a t-shirt. She always had an inappropriate demeanor, and could be quite irritating when she would get started on me. Still, I had a crush on her just like any other guy who knew her.
Almost a year after my father died, in the summer before I turned 19, Tina's washing machine broke. Tina was a single mom, struggling with raising her son and paying the bills, so my mother offered the use of our washer and dryer. Tina was off on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so she would come over during the day while my mother was at work and get her laundry caught up without getting in my mother's way. I was usually working, too, so I never saw her, either....but then the band I was in got a running gig, and I quit my day job...
It was early July, and I had stayed out late the night before, so I dragged myself out of bed around 11am. I jumped in the shower, and having the house completely to myself, I simply wrapped a towel around my waist and was walking through the house when I came around the corner and there was Tina. I almost jumped out of my skin, but just managed to catch my towel before it came completely off. There I was, naked except for a fistful of towel in front of my privates, standing before a woman who loved to embarrass me. I blushed from head to toe, I'm sure.
So there I am, standing in front of Tina completely naked, clutching a towel to my groin, and she is just looking me up and down like a piece of meat. She chuckled and said, "Well, well, tall, dark, and handsome, fancy meeting you here."
To be clear, I am not tall. It was one of the things she said to make me uncomfortable. "I was just looking for a towel," she quipped, "Can I borrow yours?" I could feel the heat rising in my face. I stuttered something unintelligible and tried to rush past her toward my room but she stepped in front of me. "Now, where are you off to? I'm lonely, and here you go running off. That's not nice at all!" I mumbled something again that probably wasn't even a language as I felt my face getting even hotter. I started to fumble with the towel to wrap it around my waist, and she reached out and grabbed it. I started to yank it away from her but realized I would definitely lose the whole towel if I did so. We just stood there, looking at each other for a few seconds, me clutching the towel to my groin, her with her tiny fist balled up in the towel..."Drop it or I'll tell your mother I caught you jerking off," she said, steel in her voice and her eyes.
"What?" I asked, unsure what she had even said. I couldn't comprehend it.
"I said drop it, let me see what you're packing. If you don't, I'll tell your mother that I came in and you were watching porn in the living room and jerking off." I was flabbergasted. Surely she was just playing. This couldn't be real.
"Ha ha, Tina. Very funny. Please let me have my towel." Even I could hear how nervous I was.
"Drop. The. Towel. Now. If you don't, I promise you that I will tell your mother that you were watching a porno on the VCR and she will lose her shit on you."
I had never had an adult talk to me like that before. Not to threaten me with bullshit, anyway. I was completely astonished. "Think about it. How would Renee act if I told her that. She would never believe anything you said about it. I want to see that young body of yours. Do what I said. Now!"
