sweet 13

My grandmother from my mothers side was a woman a bit larger then life. May god rest her plenty soul but she was oversized in almost everything. Lots of parties, lots of food, possibly many men and lots of work too. She was dominating the area she occupied and the apartment next door too. Flies, mosquitos and all other insects were trying to fly absolutely straight when she was around.

Many summers during the 80's I’ve spend in a village located in an island where my grandparents used to run a shop with gifts and souvenirs for tourists. The village was practically not existing on the map at the early 80’s but 20 years later became, and still is, a world known attraction. Prestigious hotels and luxury yachts there now, fish boats and bicycles then.

Almost first of anything happened to me at that village. First time to ride a motorcycle, first time to smoke, first time to drink and get drunk, sleep out in the open, stay late in discos and bars, make all sorts of damages, play football from dusk till dawn, order and pay for my self and others, order and not pay and many-many more. I was 13.

So Lisa spotted me and on a Tuesday noon I found my self and Lisa on my granmothers bed, under the sheets, trying to take off my pants and shivering. She was already naked and waiting for me, she was 15. I never realized how I suceed to get there, I never had sucess with girls and later on women. She to get me in bed was more easy that me to get her on a bicycle. And that's how it was for me ever since.

For example, after a few drinks in a bar a woman might asked me, "so, do you live near by" for me to answer a simple yes or no, depending on where I was, without to take this opportunity any further. So since I was like this during my 30's I cant remember how to I succeed to get Lisa in bed when I was 13, but I remember she spotted me. And something like this happened many times in the future.

Because this kind of a man I turned out to be over the years. A woman after sending a ton of messages which of course I could read none, she would finally asked me “would you fuck me?” for me only to reply “are you sure?”.

So I am almost there, pants off, my body on top of hers she is taller than me. Not sure if she is waiting for me or me waiting for her. Tension, desire, fear are somehow mixed with short breaths and summer sweat. First time I touch and see a girl’s body naked, first time to smell the sweat and touch her between the legs.

Besides smoking, drinking and ordering, my grandmothers hospitality is ready to offer me access to this famous new world all young boys are wondering when and how they will enter.

Comparing with all my friends I 'm first. No one has ever mentioned a similar situation to me or others. Was 1983 and sex at this age was not a possibility as it is now or as it became after. I am ready to become a man, Lisa looks gorgeous, she wants me, the pillow looks gorgeous, the mattress definitely is, breathing is heavy, planet earth and mother life are about to reveal a whole new universe to me...is a vivid dream I am into...

After this momentarily high peak of my emotions last thing I remember is my grandmother’s angry face and terrible screaming as she unexpectedly entered her room. Her gigantic arm griped and lifted me over Lisa’s terrified face and almost threw me out of the room. A few slaps here and there, one or two kicks in the ass, many swears to me and her and that was it. The glorious entering of young John in the marvelous world of sexual experience was brutally ended.

Marika was the name of my grandmother and the spell she threw me on that day lasted for long seven years. I had to become 20 before another girl took off her clothes and lied down to wait for me.

The night it finally happened my grandfather died. Go figure.