My crash course in sex education

Public sex education when I grew up was not like it is today. In seventh grade, while all the girls went to a classroom and learned about the changes that were taking place in their bodies and apparently boys’ bodies as well, we boys were sent to the gym and played dodgeball. The only introduction to anatomy we received was in health class where we were briefly shown a few diagrams of the biological differences between a man and a woman. My sex education came as a twenty minute crash course while camping the following summer. We lived in Indiana and my uncle had gotten transferred to Ohio. My parents took Cathy, their daughter camping with us for the week so that they could move. I was thirteen and my cousin Cathy was twelve. We were the close in age and were good friends.

It had been raining the previous day and Cathy and I went bicycle riding on the trails in the woods. We got totally covered in mud from head to toe. We knew we couldn’t go back like that, so we went to the river and swam with our bikes. We washed off all the mud but still looked like two wet cats when we got back to camp. Although we thought that we had done a good job getting off all the mud, my mom was furious with us. However, I could never comprehend why she did what she did next. Perhaps she still thought of us as small children and not as sexually developing teenagers. The campground had a family bathroom between the men’s and women’s showers that had a bathtub. She ordered us into that bathroom together to clean up.

Like I said I was thirteen and Cathy was twelve almost thirteen herself. We had both started puberty and were now taking a bath together naked and unsupervised. Intrinsically we knew that this was not proper, but we were already in trouble with my mom and could not exactly refuse. We took turns washing each other’s hair and then turned and faced each other on our knees in the tub. Cathy’s body was nothing like the sketches I had seen in health class. We were two teenagers gawking at each other's naked bodies. We were completely mesmerized and started exploring in a weak attempt at washing each other. She was not even touching me down there when I spontaneously ejaculated all over her. That was the first time that had ever happened for me, and I didn’t understand. I was absolutely mortified and thought that there was something physically wrong with me. Even though Cathy had never personally witnessed a man ejaculate before, as she had been through the class, she understood the physical response that we had just experienced and its purpose.

Cathy was kind and told me on everything she knew. This was as educational for her as it was from me. She showed me my semen and told me what it was. She showed me where it is produced in my body and how it is expelled. We were both curious, examined it carefully and even tasted it. She talked about how my penis was designed to go in her vagina. She even had me put my fingers inside her to demonstrate. She explained that with my penis inside her vagina, when I ejaculated, my sperm would fertilize her egg and we would make a baby. She let me fondle her breasts and explained how after we were pregnant, they would produce milk to feed our child. She talked as if it were predestined for us to be lovers and eventually parents. I don’t know how far we would have gone but Cathy was stroking my penis, which had never relaxed, and we were just starting to kiss when my mom banged on the door and said that we had been in there long enough.

We dressed and were quite unsure how to act around each other for the rest of the day. Our relationship had changed dramatically. The following morning her parents picked her up and she now lived several hours away. Only once have Cathy and I spoke of that incident and even then, only about how strange it was that my mom had allowed us to take a bath together at that age. I believe we both know that we were only moments away from losing our virginity to each other when my mom interrupted. That was almost fifty years ago now and even though we only see each other once or twice a year, we will always have a special bond. Cathy always kisses me firmly on the lips whenever we meet, even in front of our spouses. Each kiss only lasts perhaps two seconds, just long enough to reignite the passion that we will always share.

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