Whose Season? Will It Be?

It seems to me that every girl has her ‘season’. It comes after the budding breasts, the vaginal discharge, and the first periods. It is the season when, like letting the clutch fully up in a car, a girl takes control of her body. Things stop happening to her, and she begins to make them happen herself. 

When I told Emily my theory, she smiled broadly and said “Shit, girl. I spent five years in University working that out, and you did it instinctively.” Being a highly qualified sexual therapist, she really has seen it all. Humanity at its best, and most depraved. She has given evidence in courts as an expert witness, and she has helped countless people come to terms with who they are sexually. 

There is another Emily.  Girl I was at school with. Catholic to her fingers tips. Never missed mass, or a Holy Day of Obligation. Weekly confession, and stayed a virgin until her wedding night. 

They say you never know someone until you’ve lived with them…well…she picked a seriously unpleasant man. Anyway…maybe more of that later. 

I want to talk about the 17 year old Emily. Up until that age, puberty and adolescence hit her like an unrelenting storm. Like some girls I know…certainly me….she was a ‘wet girl’. Every girl has a constant flow of wetness, but some, like us, it’s really heavy, and far, far worse when we are aroused. I’m like that and love it. Emily was like that and hated it. I have light-touch periods, Emily had periods that could make her anaemic. I have almost no period pain, she is doubled up in agony. 

So, yes, puberty and adolescence took her by the scruff of the neck and shook her….hard and repeatedly. She a;ways dressed conservatively, never showing an inch of flesh other than neck, ankles and wrists. While my lotto group were unashamedly flashing our crotches, and on occasion our bare sex on the school playing field at lunchtime, Emily was noted for the ‘Granny Panties’ she a;ways wore. Waist-high and mid thigh long. I mean…seriously? 

Touch herself? You MUST be kidding! Ah, but there was one thing she wasn’t I,mine to, and that was her own mind when she was asleep. Emily2 suffered from noisy wet dreams. She sometimes came to my home for sleepovers and we seriously thought she was Jilling  off….after all, our sleepovers got very raunchy…but no. She was cumming, but purely in her sleep. 

Until that summer of her 17th year, when suddenly the granny panties disappeared and thongs took their place. The bare tummy. The lack of bra sometimes. Emily2 had ‘come of age’. 

I remember being in her bedroom and she had dashed out to the local shop for something. I rummaged quickly through her bedside drawers. In the back of one I found a carrier bag. Even just by feeling it I knew what it contained. A simple vibrator….and, hey wait….a butt plug? But there was more. An envelope with photographs she had obviously take of herself with both  items being put to good use. There was also a USB stick. I would have given my right arm to know what was on it….as if I couldn’t guess….movies of Emily2 diddling herself. 

(I was ble to copy that usb stick and what was on it was staggeringly horny.) 

Outwardly, Emily2 retained her ‘good Catholic girl” image, and she does to this day. Her marriage fell apart of course, but she is now in a relationship with a married man. So ,much for chastity. 

Every girl, I believe, has her ‘season’. A season where she takes control of herself. Some have it young…far too young. Sometimes I see girls as young as 12 or 13 parading around the village wearing next to nothing. Empowering, I’m sure, and judging by boob size and hips, they are certainly feeling the feelings. But they aren’t ready mentally. They certainly aren’t ready to deal with sex and pregnancy, and they have no idea how they look comes across. 

I think these days for the majority of girls, their ‘season’ happens around 15-17. I admit, with me it was younger. I remember feeling that I absolutely knew myself my feelings and what I wanted…..but I wonder….if a boy had wanted to fuck me at 13…..would I have gone along with it? Gone along? I’d probably have instigated it! Would he have made those age-old promises? “I promise I won’t cum inside you.” “I’ll pull out.” “You won’t get pregnant” and he will have meant each and every one of them. 

But he won’t have known that a boy’s precum often contains live sperm cells….that 90% of boys have a tiny little spurt before the main ejaculation…and that is loaded with sperm. By the time he pulls out, it’s already too late. If the girl doesn’t get pregnant, it’s more by luck than judgment, And then there’s the inevitable boasting to mates. Let a guy get to second base he’ll tell his mates he got to third. Diseases? Chlamydia? Any STD? A doctor….my  doctor told me that yes, it certainly is possible for a boy to pick up an STC from a toilet seat. I didn’t believe him until my first boyfriend. I asked him to sit on my toilet in my bathroom. As he sat down, his cock draped on the seat. Imagine that in a public restroom. You can’t get pregnant off a toilet seat, but guys sure as hell can find their nether regions in all sorts. Ew….! 

Those same hormones that drive puberty being with them the desire for sex. I never knew one 15 year old girl who thought of herself as a ‘child’. Each and every one thought they were queen of the walk. 

One girl got pregnant at school. Suddenly, she simply wasn’t there anymore. The Hood Sisters didn’t show a sliver of compassion or l Christian love for her. They simply told her mum and dad they thought it would be better if she completed her education elsewhere. At the very time she needed support, none came from the….er….nuns. (Perhaps THATS why they’re called nuns.) 

What was interesting was as her belly grew, so she reverted to a ‘child’ herself. There were lots of “I didn’t know ”….”I believed him”…”he lied to me.” No, sweetie, he didn’t. He absolutely meant it when he said he’s pull out. It’s just that when he did. The damage was done. 

Every girl a season. 

I wonder whose it will be this summer.