My first reading indiscretion took place when I was eleven years old. My friend got a free copy of a Mills and Boon book along with a bottle of Laxme Lotion. At the time she wasn't much of a reader and passed it on to me. The name of the book was Counterfeit Bride, and while I enjoyed the romantic drama between the characters, the sex went over my head.
My pre-adolescent brain could not understand how a man could penetrate a woman and make shivers of pleasure shoot through her slim body. I thought about it for a long time, called up my friends and the girls could not understand either.
We decided to take the book to school and ask some knowledgeable girls, but they were as stumped as we were. The book became famous, and was passed around for a month before it was returned to me in a tattered condition.
Despite the skirmishes that we had with each other, being in a all-girls Catholic school, we were united in our decision to keep the book hidden from the teachers and parents. We debated over the ways a man could get under a woman's skin, and even the most ludicruous explanation brought us girls together as we tittered and giggled.
The words penis or vagina were not mentioned even once in the book. Being a book published in the early eighties, intercourse was generally explained in rather delicate, erotic manner in most romance novels.
The book and I, however, were destined to part company the very day I got it back from the last borrower. I had hidden the book in my messy cupboard and my mother decided to do me a major favor and clean my cupboard up.
I distinctly remember a shiver of fear chill my spine when she screamed my name in a loud, truly dissed voice. I had never seen my mother so mad. She quietly spelled out how deep the pool of shit I had landed myself in and threatened to call my friend's mother, the school teachers, and, worst of all, tell my father.