My stories are in the form of a memoir. The tales are first of my growing up in my parent's guesthouse, then progress as I was an hotelier and culminating with me as sailing ship captain.
However, memory is a faulty device, as any trial lawyer will tell you. No two witnesses to any incident relate the same series of events. Memories are colored by experience and imagination. I have been blessed with a surfeit of both.
As I write this memoir at the start of my eighth decade of life, I find the memories of some of the events related have dimmed. I find though, as I continue to write, many of the memories burst forth like a climatic crescendo in a welcoming grotto of pleasure.
Though these stories are, for the most part true; I freely admit that some of the stories are "more true" than others. I can say, however, that all the stories are based on true events. I have changed the names of the participants to obscure their identity and to give them plausible deniability, if they so choose. All the sexual participants mentioned or alluded to are eighteen years old or older!
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During Spring break 1969, elementary spinster teacher, Matilda Balfour and her principal's family, the Pond's, came to the Guesthouse for several days. Matilda had been a frequent guest at the Guesthouse my parents owned and ran since she was an exchange teacher in Vancouver, B.C., Canada in 1964. She had become a friend of my family and was often invited to our family holiday celebrations.
Mr. and Mrs. Pond had a daughter, Jane, who was my age. We were both eighteen. Both of us were in our last year of High School. She was pleasant looking, not exactly beautiful, but pretty. She was an attractive girl, hence, I was sexually attracted to her. She was blonde, which I liked. She had a space between her front teeth, which I didn't.
I had been sexually active with my nineteen year old girlfriend Heather for over a year now. Heather and I hadn't been using birth control, per se. We avoided pregnancy by practicing coitus interruptus during certain times of the month. Every weekend and holiday she and I would engage in virtually uninhibited sex play. As luck would have it, this was a coitus interruptus phase of the month for us. So I was somewhat pleased when my father asked if I'd entertain Jane Pond. He offered to pay our way to the movie and loaned me the family car, a VW bus with a bench seat in the front.
I had met Jane the year before. We had gotten along well enough. Though we spent very little time together then, I was impressed with her intelligence. We had had a brief conversation about U.S. and Canadian politics. She, like me, was against the U.S. involvement in Vietnam. She was much more aware of our political system, than I was of hers. In the last year she had slimmed down and was much more alluring than the year before.
Seeing her this time, I got an inkling that I might get into Jane's sweet Canadian penis park. This prospect intrigued me. I was hopeful she wouldn't require a condom or for me to "pull out" at the magic moment.
The movie we went to was
Goodbye, Columbus
, with Ali McGraw and Richard Benjamin. It was an amusing romantic comedy. Not a bad precursor to a possible sexual encounter, as the characters Ali and Richard played, engaged in sex soon after meeting.
After the movie we drove out to Swan Beach to watch the "submarine races." i.e. neck. When we got to the beach I parked facing the water.
"Thank you, Jacques. I really enjoyed the movie." Jane said.
"I did too. Thank you for coming with me." I rejoined.
I then reached for her hand. She was sitting on the other side of the car. She allowed me to hold her hand.
"Have you registered with the draft?" She then asked.
I was kind of taken aback with that question. Not exactly "make-out" talk.
"Yeah. I had to on my eighteenth birthday." I said with resignation.
"What are you going to do if you are called up?" She asked, as she slid over closer to me.
"Well, next year I'm going to college; Whatcom State in Ferndale. I'll get a student deferment while I'm an undergrad. I'm hopeful the war will be over by the time I get out of college. So I won't have to worry." I said laying out my options.
"I thought you said you were a pacifist. Wouldn't being drafted into the army, even in peace time, go against your convictions. It was your pacifist conviction that attracted me to you." She explained.
'Attracted to me? Maybe my chances are better than I thought. Perhaps my inkling will come to fruition.'
I thought to myself.
"I know a guy who got a conscientious objector classification on non-religious grounds and he is the son of a career Air Force sergeant, who currently works at the navy base. He is a physics grad student." I explained. I didn't say Mike is the brother of my girlfriend and a verifiable genius; thinking that might jeopardize my chances to get into her sweet Canadian cunt this evening.
"Well, I wanted to tell you that I have spoken to my parents, and they said if you want, you can come and live with us. That is if you need to come to Canada to avoid the draft."
"Really! You were thinking of me, and are that concerned. That's really nice." I said as I reached over and pulled her close, giving her a kiss.
She responded favorably allowing me to reach under her blouse and unhook her bra. I then moved my left hand to caress her right breast. Her nipple responded by getting erect as I touched it. We continued to kiss and my penis pleasantly grew. Then it became uncomfortable in my pants. I leaned her back on the seat and lifted up her dress. I unbuckled my pants to free my aching cock. I felt her moist labia and eased my middle finger in and rubbed her clit. This was progressing nicely. Then...
"No, Jacques stop!" she insisted.
I immediately removed my hand and sat up. I inadvertently raised my finger to my nose. The delicious aroma of her vaginal secretions caused my penis to twitch and a little pre-ejaculate seeped out.
"I don't want to make love to you in the car." She said.
"I'm sorry Jane. I went too far. Please accept my apology." I said remorsefully.
"You have your own room in the Guesthouse. Don't you?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied hopefully.
"Well, I have my own room too. But my room adjoins my parent's room and is next to Matilda's room. So we shouldn't make love there. Could we use your room?" She said in an even calculated tone.
"Yeah, Sure!" I agreed excitedly.
"I don't think my parents were planning to wait up for me. So we could just go up to your room as long as I'm in my room when my parents wake up in the morning."
"That's great idea Jane. It will be so much nicer than making love in the car." I expressed excitedly as I fumbled to get the car started. This was better than I had dreamed. I was hoping to get a little nookie uncomfortably in the car. If that worked, I was going to suggest my room the next night.
When we got home that night, her parents were still up and sitting in the living room of the Guesthouse.
"Did you have a good time?" Mr. Pond asked Jane, puffing on his pipe and not even looking up for his book.
