Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.) - Sex Stories

Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.)

... this, about sex. I'd just about persuaded her, and then she turned eighteen. From then it was out of the question. I can't say I blame her, it'd be her on the hook for statutory rape. Still we'd discussed much. From my agnostic point of view it was an academic question. The morality she kept was mainly down to Paul and his letters to the Corinthians. I'd read up on Paul, "know thy enemy" as a wise man said. There was plenty to argue about there, starting with what authority he really had down to the consistency of the application of his words. There are those who view Paul as a corrupter who hijacked Jesus' words and substituted his own, I quite liked that one, you could go back to basics with "Love thy neighbor as thyself. There is no greater commandment than this." She just blushed when I asked how she loved herself, implying I was the neighbor. So she'd agreed that today was the day. She was inconsistent keeping to Paul's creed already, no one could keep to everything he said and stay sane, so what's one more article to worry about. I pedaled harder, I had something to pedal for. I got to her house, jumped off of the bike and rang the front door bell. Jasmine opened the door, "Hey Tony." "Hey." "Happy birthday." I stepped across the threshold and she kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, I scored a Tower card." I flashed the gift card. "Cool." "We should get to Tower, it's on the way to Bob’s." We'd be going to Bob’s Big Boy for lunch as usual, after the important business. ...

... (Bob’s is a burger chain in the Valley.) I stepped up and held her, "But first, I’m eighteen now." "Yeah, congratulations." "I’m like, legal now." "Oh, yeah." She was silent for a minute. "But … I can’t sin against my body." Same old lame fucking argument. "I thought we'd settled this!", that was more a shout than conversation. "I’ve been waiting for months, like since your birthday, you’ve just been stringing me along!" I let her go and glared at her; she just stood there, not meeting my gaze, "I’m so sorry Tony." I couldn’t take this. I shouted, "Fuck Paul! Fuck the Corinthians!" I felt like ripping up a fucking bible at that point. I ran out, slammed the door behind me and jumped on my bike. I pedaled for all I was worth. I was just going to go home, but the way home went past Bob’s. I’d just about calmed down, so I stopped. If Jasmine wasn't going to help, I could at least enjoy lunch. *** I was just chowing down on my burger when someone said, "Tony?" I looked up. It was this older lady, she looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. The outfit should probably have been a clue, it looked like she was dressed for tennis, a racket in a cover was hanging off her shoulder. "Yes?" I said uncertainly. "Don't you recognize me? I suppose it's been a few years. Mrs. Williams from Outlook." Now I remembered, she was one of the gym teachers from my junior high. I'd played tennis against her in eighth grade a few times and boy did that get me hot. I jerked off to fantasies about her ...