This story began years ago when I was waiting to be drafted during the Korean War. I had finished college, my deferment was over and I wasn’t able to get a serious job since I would have to leave it soon. So I asked my local draft board to call me as soon as they could and I took a job as a bartender in an old hotel that doesn’t exist now. It was a summer place only, on a small man-made lake with swimming and boating. The main floor included a nice dining room that doubled as a night club with a small dance floor, a couple bars, a seldom used ballroom, the lobby and kitchen. The second floor had been remodeled so that the rooms now had their own bath rooms. The third floor had become just for employees, left as it was originally with rooms that shared baths down the hall. I was the bartender in the “day bar”, next to the highway, that was open from about ten in the morning through dinner. On weekends or if there was a reunion or big gathering using the ballroom, my bar stayed open later. Otherwise, drinks were served in the other bar next to the dining room, which became the night club after dinner. I should add that this was in the old, low mountains of southwestern Pennsylvania. Very attractive, scenic area.
As with many hotels, I’m sure, the clientele was mixed and included a number of unmarried couples. It was roughly 60 miles south of Pittsburgh and I believe some of these couples came from there, bosses and their secretaries among others. One evening I had a customer that I’ll always remember. Nice enough looking woman, perhaps forty (I learned later she was actually 37) although perhaps just a little worn, a little tough. She had a couple drinks sitting at the bar and talked with me. I thought maybe she was trying to pick me up but she was waiting for the guy she came with to come down from their room. I can’t remember the exact words but she let me know he was just someone she was with for the weekend. Then two weeks later came the big surprise.
The same woman showed up and told me that she wanted me to seduce her daughter. She claimed that her daughter, who had just graduated from high school, was going with a no-good guy, was having sex with him, and was mixing up the joys of sex with love. She was afraid her daughter would end up getting pregnant from this guy, who’d then disappear and her daughter would be left just like she had been years before. So she wanted me to have sex with the girl so that she’d learn that she wasn’t in love with the nothing guy after all. Even then I could see some weird off-kilter sense in what she was saying but it really wasn’t what you’d expect a mother to do for her daughter. Or to her daughter. I told her I wasn’t the right person for it. And I wasn’t. I was a square. A nice guy. I didn’t go around seducing girls. Oh, I had managed to have sex with several and enjoyed it very much. But she had decided I was the right one for some nutty reason. And then, she went out and came back with her daughter in tow. And she let both of us know that one of her friends was their and she was spending the night with him and we, her daughter and me, were to spend the night with each other because she had other uses for her room.
Odd. I felt for the girl. Her name was Jean. Nice enough looking girl. Had on a dumb outfit with too many frills so I couldn’t tell but seemed to be built normally. My bar closed that night at nine pm. Jean and I took a walk outside, down near the lake. Very romantic in a different situation. Dark, moonless night. Perfect temperature. Lights from the hotel reflected off the lake and gave us enough light to at least see each other. I let her know that I felt for her, that regardless of what her mother said I didn’t expect to seduce her, have sex with her. Not that she wasn’t attractive, I had to add, and that I’d enjoy it, but it was just a weird situation. She was obviously unhappy, sulky, probably feeling the whole world was falling on her or something. But she didn’t cry. She was going to get through this. I felt that somehow I was going to have to see this girl through until morning. She and I both knew that. I was just too nice to walk off and ignore her. So I suggested that we might as well sit down and talk and pass the time and then face any other problems as we got to them.
I had no idea what to talk about. I knew she had a boyfriend so I asked about him. Well, his name was Boyd. And obviously Jean felt strongly about him. He was a great guy and her mother just never liked him. Turns out he’s working in a gas station. Minimum wage or close to it. No plans to do much of anything else. I could see why her mother didn’t think much of him. Jean had some thoughts of college but wasn’t sure if she could, both financially and academically. I urged her to go for it. She could handle it if she worked hard. I started to gather that Boyd didn’t see much sense in college, for her or him. While I thought her mother was nuts, I was beginning to agree with her about Boyd. Jean could do better.
I asked her if she and Boyd were having sex, as her mother thought. I never got a direct answer but as we talked on, it was obvious that they were. I actually began thinking that maybe I could seduce her. I had to be more appealing than Boyd, whoever he was. And it wasn’t like I’d be taking advantage of a virgin. So I agreed that sex was good and that she and Boyd probably loved one another. She was sure they did and indirectly also agreed that sex was very good. So we talked a little about love and commitment.
Boyd had committed to marrying her? Well, it turns out he hasn’t. She’s committed to it but while Boyd probably intends to, he really hasn’t yet.
I was thinking that it would be a big surprise to Boyd that they were going to marry. He probably hasn’t thought beyond the next time he could fuck her. So I talked a little about sex as part of love and how both parties want to make the other one happy. Some guys are just out for a quick fuck and it’s all over once they get their rocks off but guys in love make sure the girl gets her orgasm, too. Jean was quiet. Thinking, I hoped. We had a lot of time so I just waited. Eventually she sort of stated but was really asking about how guys make sure that girl gets her orgasm. So I talked about foreplay, how a guy can probably give a girl an orgasm just with his fingers, getting her ready before they go on. And while I was talking I added about condoms, that no guy in love would risk getting his girl pregnant and would always use a condom.
Here we were, an hour into this maybe and we’re being pretty explicit about sex. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever talked so much about sex with a girl before. I don’t know about her but it was turning me on some. So I mentioned oral sex. Girls often satisfy their guys with their hands or their mouths. Well, guys can do that too. Guys can give a girl an orgasm with their mouth and tongue. Then we just sat there for a while.
Jean finally broke the silence. She said that she could never be unfaithful to Boyd. I didn’t argue with her. I hadn’t mentioned her being unfaithful. I just kept quiet. After a long period of silence Jean asked me if I’d ever had oral sex with a girl. I told her that I had. I went on to tell her that from what I knew, there wasn’t a female in the world that didn’t enjoy oral sex. I mean, you get your high from an orgasm and you don’t have any fear of getting pregnant. So I asked if Boyd had ever had oral sex with her. She never really said but it was obvious he hadn’t. Nobody ever had. So I added that it would hardly be considered being unfaithful to have oral sex since it wasn’t something she’d ever shared with Boyd anyway. Quiet again.
Then she asked exactly what oral sex was. So I explained it. The girl has to cooperate because the guy has to get his face up between her legs so he can get his mouth to her. She has to move her legs up and out of the way, bringing her vagina up where the guy can get to it. And then the guy licks her, licks inside her, licks her clitoris, sucks on her clitoris until she has an orgasm. Then, if he’s smart, he sucks up as much of the juice she’s putting out as possible. Sexiest thing going. Quiet again.
Finally she asked me, “So you liked doing that?”
