Bobby was always the "good boy." He did well in school, at sports, and teachers liked him. He had many friends from all different cliques--jocks, brains, artsy-fartsies, screw-offs, wise-asses, and even greasers. He was easy to get along with. His parents' friends found him charming, which pleased his parents greatly. Despite these external signs of "success," Bobby, like many adolescents, felt unsuccessful on the inside. He felt he could never do well enough, be it in the classroom, on the playing field, or with girls.

By the time Bobby was 16 he had had sex, though not intercourse, with several girls. He was particularly shy around them, and some seemed to find his shyness charming. He never came on to girls and didn't want to act aggressively towards them, because he felt that was the wrong way to be and feared being rejected. He liked when the girls made the first move.

One day at school a girl named Paula came into his life. He had seen her around but never really noticed nor thought much about her. They were in the same grade. She was always walking hand-in-hand in the hallways with big-time jocks (usually football players) who were older than she and Bobby were.

The day they were introduced by a mutual friend, it was spring of their junior year of high school, so it was warm out. Paula was wearing a sleeveless dress when Bobby was introduced to her. While Paula had beautiful, large, and expressive brown eyes and a decent figure, it was her arms he noticed most of all. They were covered with a luxurious layer of dark brown hair, extending from her wrists and over her forearms to her upper arms. They said the proverbial "hi" to each other, smiled uncomfortably, and went their separate ways.

After this brief exchange, Bobby thought about Paula for awhile. He was definitely attracted to her face and her hairiness. However, he usually forced himself to stop thinking about her by being purposely skeptical, saying to himself, "there's no way she'd go for a guy like me. She likes those older guys who play football. When we're seniors next year, she'll find some college jock to be with." By keeping his expectations low, Bobby hoped to avoid disappointment.

Bobby and Paula started their senior year in the fall. Bobby went to a party given by a girl he knew. He showed up with the bunch of guys he usually hung out with. Bobby always felt uncomfortable and self-conscious at parties. He detested the phoniness of the conversations (and still does!!). As the evening progressed, some couples started "making out" in the basement of the house. Bobby and his friends thought it would relieve their boredom to go down to the basement and check it out and then go home. Bobby sat by himself on a couch, thinking to himself how boring this party, like all others, was turning out to be.

He was about to go find his friend who had driven him and his other pals to this party. He wanted to go home. The next thing he knew, Paula was sitting down next to him. He noticed immediately that she was wearing a short-sleeved blouse. They talked for awhile, and Bobby felt excited sitting next to Paula and the fact that she chose to initiate this. At the same time, he felt uncomfortable being so excited, not wanting to "show his cards" to her. He felt so ambivalent-aroused and vulnerable. The next thing he knew, she had her head on his shoulder. Both his excitement and discomfort escalated. He feared she would know for sure how excited he was because he could feel his heart racing, and her head and neck had slid down from his shoulder and were on his chest above his heart now. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He wanted them to disappear. She took one and held it.

Like with his previous experiences with girls, he figured it was OK to be a little aggressive since Paula made the first move. So he put the hand Paula wasn't holding on her arm and began caressing it gently and slowly, up and down her arm. He loved the feeling of hairs in between his fingers. He could have played with them for hours.

Paula didn't allow it. She turned around and gave him the most luscious kiss he had ever experienced. Deep, wet, and long. Their tongues intertwined for 3 minutes, perhaps longer. Bobby disengaged for a moment to catch his breath and to see where this most pleasurable interlude would be going. Paula grabbed his neck gently yet with a certain amount of determination, and kissed him long and deep and hard again. They continued with this for about 15 minutes. Paula would moan in Bobby's ear and whisper what a great kisser he was. He noticed his erection was harder than any he had experienced up to that point in his life.

Bobby could smell Paula's perfume and couldn't get enough of it. And he couldn't get enough of Paula's arms. While she kissed him, he would caress both her arms with both his hands.

Paula asked if Bobby wanted to go and he mumbled shyly (of course), "sure.' They went upstairs and got a ride home from a guy who was at the party they both didn't know very well. As they approached the car, Paula said, "come in the back seat with me." Bobby again replied with a low key "sure" though he didn't feel low key at all.

They kissed passionately the whole way to Paula's house. Bobby walked her to the door, as he was taught that all polite young men should do. He wanted to kiss Paula once more, and she put her finger on his lips and said, "Call me tomorrow. Good night."

Bobby got back into the car and the guy who drove commented that "Paula is really into you. She's a fast girl. You're damn lucky. You'll be fucking in a month, I bet." Note: At this period of time, very few high school kids engaged in sexual intercourse, very much unlike today.

When Bobby arose the next morning, he had a serious case of "blue balls." He thought he might have had an erection all night long dreaming about Paula and those luscious arms of hers and her fantastic kissing talents and wonderful aroma.

Bobby called Paula the day following the day his testicles ached (he didn't want to seem desperate and call her on the day she asked him to) and he felt somewhat though not totally comfortable asking her for a date the next weekend. They ended up going to a movie. Bobby had a tough time concentrating on the film; he was more interested to share the arm rest in between he and Paula. This allowed Bobby to feel her hairy arm rub against his without it being obvious that this was very pleasurable to him.

After that night, Bobby and Paula did not see each other for several months. Bobby had seen her with football players again, and heard rumors she was seeing some guy in college. He felt Paula had used him for a night of kissing. This bothered him but he was nonetheless glad it happened. He rationalized to himself, 11It was a nice experience for an evening at that party. If that's all there is to it, fuck it. I am not going to throw myself onto her."

Throughout these ensuing months, Bobby went out with several other girls and had sex (though not intercourse) with all of them. He felt increasingly confident and competent in the presence of girls. Nonetheless, he continually felt he wanted to see Paula again and kiss her lips and arms, and hopefully more, but was convinced she was out of his reach forever.

Spring came and it was prom time. Bobby was scared to death to ask Paula (for fear of rejection) and was scared to death to not ask her (for fear of regretting his failure to take a risk). He was asked to the prom by 3 different girls he went out with earlier in the year Note: Girls asking boys out was, like kids having sexual intercourse, ~ very unusual during this period of time, very much unlike today. He said no thanks to all 3, knowing it was risky to do so because Paula could do the same with him, and then he'd be up the creek. It was very un-cool to not go to prom.

His hand and voice were shaking as he dialed Paula's number. Somehow, he managed to ask her to the prom, and she said a resounding, "yes, I'd love to!" Bobby felt as though a 300-pound weight had been lifted from him.

Bobby figured that since he was shelling out quite a sum of money for this event, Paula would agree to go beyond kissing after the prom dance. All night long he kept hearing in his head the guy who drove Paula and him home that night in the fall... "she's a fast girl.. you'll be fucking in a month, I bet." As it turned out, they kissed for about 5 minutes that whole night. Bobby was clearly disappointed. At least he didn't suffer from blue balls that night--just a blue mood. That provided some consolation.

On their last day of high school, Bobby and Paula were kissing very heavily against a set of lockers. Paula was moaning "Oh, Bobby; Oh, Bobby" loudly enough for a teacher in a nearby classroom to hear them. Bobby was caressing and licking Paula's arms when the teacher disengaged them.

On a date early that summer, Bobby wanted to know where he stood with Paula, despite his fear of rejection and the embarrassment that would accompany this. He told her he wanted to see just her and that he wanted her to see just him. She agreed immediately. Bobby was surprised and absolutely pleased.

That summer was a series of sexual encounters that Bobby would remember for 30 years. Paula did not live up to her reputation for being "fast," at least by Bobby's definition of that term.

When Bobby tried to touch Paula's clothes-covered breast one night, she asked him not to "until I'm ready." He was wondering if and how she earned the reputation for being "fast," and he couldn't understand why older football jocks would put up with her "let's go slow" approach. He tried to remain patient.

When Paula was ready for something beyond passionate kissing, she was really ready. They spent several weeks with Bobby touching, massaging, and sucking every part of Paula's breasts for hours at a time. She was average in size. What really turned Bobby on were the hairs on her nipples and some soft peach fuzz between her 2 breasts. He spent hours licking them.

One night they went swimming and came back to Paula's house. They were in their usual position. on a couch in the den kissing and petting. Then Paula took Bobby's hand and rubbed it on her genitals. Then she pulled his fingers inside her suit bottom into the thick jungle of her pubic hairs. Bobby wanted to play with those for a long time, but Paula moved him onto her swollen clit and moaned and groaned "Oh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, Bobby, I love you I love you I love you."

Bobby loved the smell of Paula's come and how it would become embedded into her mounds of pubic hair. He would go to bed at home after a night of fingering her and deliberately not wash his hands so he could retain the odor well into the next morning.

About a week later, Paula gave Bobby a hand job. Then they progressed to simultaneous hand jobs. Paula said she was always afraid that Bobby would come on her parent's furniture, and she would stop arousing him before he would ejaculate. Bobby didn't like this at all, of course, but figured it was either not see her any more or put up with it and enjoy what he could. He chose the latter without much deliberation.

About 2 weeks later, Paula gave instructions to Bobby on how to engage in oral sex. He had never done it before. He loved the smell of her juices and loved burying his face in her vaginal hairs. He never wanted to stop.

One night he noticed Paula had a not so small patch of thick dark hairs forming on the small of her back. He loved licking them while reaching around her to finger her. He also loved licking the hairs that protruded from her pubic triangle up to and around her navel, even though Paula found that this was not a turn on for her. She claimed it teased her because she wanted his tongue deep inside her and swirling around and onto her clitoris.

Paula gave Bobby several blow jobs, but like before, would not allow him to ejaculate. And like before, he chose to take what he could get rather than have nothing. And by this time, he really thought he was in love with Paula. She told him every time she talked to him on the phone that she loved him, and about 25 times every time they had sex, which was daily.

It was really tough to not come when they did "69." Somehow Bobby managed to comply with Paula's wishes. He thought maybe she had a bad experience with one of her football boyfriend's semen, but he never asked her about it.

By this time, Bobby was sure they would never have intercourse, because a) he would likely ejaculate, which she seemed to abhor, and b) she always made sure to say she in no way was going to get pregnant before she was married. Both of them knew they weren't about to get married at age 18, though they said they loved each other all the time and Bobby felt both were being honest with each other about this.

The summer was drawing to a close, which meant both of them were getting ready to go away to college at different locations. Both dreaded the day when they would separate. And by this time, Bobby had probably licked every hair on Paula's body about 300 times.

Paula asked Bobby to have dinner at her house with her younger brother (whom Bobby wanted to deal with as little as possible; he concluded in seconds after meeting the brother for the first time that he was an asshole) and parents the night before she was to leave, and to stay overnight so they could say good bye before Paula and her parents drove to college very early the next morning. When they went to bed, Bobby felt so weird sleeping on a bunk bed with Paula's brother above him, while Paula laid in her bed 15 feet away in her room. Then again, he knew he couldn't find a way to sleep with her and not disturb her parents, who were in their bedroom about another 15 feet away from Paula's. Still, being so close geographically to Paula lying in bed frustrated Bobby, and hearing her asinine brother talk didn't help ease his frustration.

In the middle of the night, Bobby got up to urinate. As he flushed the toilet, he turned around and ran into Paula. She said she heard someone in the bathroom and wanted to see if it was him. She kissed Bobby passionately and grabbed his erect penis and ever so slightly guided it to the outer lips of her vagina. The tip of his penis barely touched her hot and moist vaginal lips, and he so very much wanted to simply insert it all the way in. Paula whispered sensually in his ear, as she had done since their first night at the party almost a year earlier. Though this time, she said, "I wanted you to have me just for a little bit just this once. We'll do it when we're both at school. Good night. You are the love of my life, Bobby."

Bobby left for school about 2 weeks after Paula did. He obsessed about her. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He would visualize the hair on her nipples, arms, stomach, back and vagina daily.

She visited him once on a weekend in October. It did not go well. They had sex but not intercourse (of course!) and for the first time Bobby did not enjoy sex with Paula one bit. He couldn't wait for her to come so it would be over. Paula was cold to Bobby for most of that weekend and he couldn't figure out why, except to surmise she already had another boyfriend and was just saying good bye to him. Three weeks later he got the "Dear John" letter to prove his skepticism was entirely justified.

Bobby and Paula did not cross paths for 30 years, until their high school reunion. They talked for a few minutes during the event. Paula had gained weight and of course was not the beauty she was 3 decades earlier, but she was still pretty. She wore a sleeveless dress and Bobby didn't hesitate to sneak a peek at her forearms and noticed that they were still luxuriously hirsute. He was totally aware of doing this and his motivation for doing this.

Despite his frustration at never coming with Paula, at never having intercourse with her, and at feeling rejected and dejected at the end of their relationship, Bobby took some solace in knowing that Paula remained a lovely, hairy woman. He had no doubt that her husband, and perhaps many men before her husband, enjoyed Paula's deep kisses, moans and groans, perfume, and last but not least, her glorious hair that grew generously all over her body.

Bobby felt grateful that his path crossed with Paula's 30 years earlier. In his heart of hearts, he knew back then they would never get married. They were much too different from one another and had insufficient amounts of common values and interests. But he was grateful nonetheless, not just because they had great (though not complete) sex for several months, but also because Bobby felt as though they were in love, which is the most wonderful emotion one can feel. Bobby had certainly theorized that perhaps Paula never really loved him; she only said the words and loved how he aroused her sexually. He didn't care. He felt loved and that's all that mattered. Bobby believed then and still believes that "Giving love and being loved are all that really matters in any relationship.

He was really grateful that Paula, in her own sensual, sexy, and frustrating way, helped Bobby to discover and act on his attraction to hirsute women. Bobby was never ashamed of this, and was fortunate to have relationships with several very hirsute women after Paula, all of whom were even more hairy than she.

And some were even better kissers. None gave him blue balls. All were wonderful at love making. And unlike Paula, these other hirsute women did not frustrate Bobby, sexually or otherwise. In fact, they helped him learn to express himself physically and emotionally in healthy, honest ways.. .something Paula was never willing nor able to do.