My First Penis

    

           I was a tough little tomboy at seven when I first saw the neighbor's dick.  The name of the person attached to it was Frank Dunford and he lived in the house on the other side of our back fence.  He was ten and had a buzz cut and a block shaped head.  Much later in life I saw this politician with the exact same head, but who cares?  It's not germane to the story.


      So we were up in his treehouse while everyone was busy with Thanksgiving and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend.  Sure.  Then he unzipped his jeans and plopped it out.  It was white and looked like a mealy worm. It was cold up there, so it wasn't much bigger than one.

     He didn't have any pubes yet, but he could make it jump with no hands like a puppet which I liked.  It was Frank's dick trick, as it were.  He pled and wheedled and wanted me to suck on it or at least put it in my mouth, but that wasn't about to happen.  We also practiced kissing on the lips and he held my hand. 

      We were sitting in his front yard with his arm around my shoulder and his gang came rumbling by and one of them said,

     "Hey, Frank.  Is that your girlfriend?" 

    That's when that asshole, Frank, said, "No!"  I looked at him and thought to myself, "That's the last time you'll ever get me near your zipper, son."  And it was.

    A week later, I'm lying in bed feeling all kinds of guilt when it's time to go to sleep.  It had something to do with fooling around with Frank, and him denying me in front of others, and knowing I'd been doing something nasty and wrong but fun and thrilling at the same time. 

     I was crying in my room about it and Mom came in.  She didn't turn on the light but she sat on the edge of the bed and said,

     "What's wrong, Janie?  Why are you crying?"
      I said, "I was doing nasty things with Frank Dunford."
     She said, "What nasty things?"
      I said, "I kissed him.  And played with his thing."
    She said, "All boys and girls want to know about each other like that.  It's natural, O.K, and you're not in trouble.  You can tell Mama anything, you know that?"

Then she said, "But maybe Frank Dunford is a little too old to play with.  Let's say 'Now I lay me' and get some rest."