I Was a Naughty Schoolgirl
As a girl and among other girls there grew a fascination in me about what was done between a man and a woman certainly but also how it felt!
That fascination burned in my heart, I guess because, well, when I was thirteen and almost fourteen, I worked a young virgin's magic in finding a way to find out how "it" felt, in the equipment room at my school gym with a boy one year above me who also sought the opportunity (with a number of girls at the school).
Strangely enough, even nearly ten years later I still remember his name and the details of it. The girls who were also so interested and those who joined me that week in being initiated by him, and several of his friends, into the club, we were the Entjungferte Mädchen, just six of us!
Talk went around the school about Andreas Schöll and this club Entjungferte Mädchen, and where we had lost our virginity under the otherwise watchful eye of the school faculty. Since we were all under the age of consent there was even talk of some kind of witch hunt reprisals, even in the twenty first century, we later wondered.
In that summer newsletter to families there wasn't a word about our behaviour. The faculty seemed fatalistic in the end when no one brought indignant parents to the school gates, because none of us told our parents about our rite of passage, and only two of us had a disruption in the timing of our monthlies which might have had us nervous for a time in fear of impregnation.
The summer after Andreas graduated and there was a brief mention of the Entjungferte Mädchen in circles when we watched him, and his co-conspirators get their diplomas to leave and go on in their education, or get an apprenticeship, but little more was said!
That fascination burned in my heart, I guess because, well, when I was thirteen and almost fourteen, I worked a young virgin's magic in finding a way to find out how "it" felt, in the equipment room at my school gym with a boy one year above me who also sought the opportunity (with a number of girls at the school).
Strangely enough, even nearly ten years later I still remember his name and the details of it. The girls who were also so interested and those who joined me that week in being initiated by him, and several of his friends, into the club, we were the Entjungferte Mädchen, just six of us!
Talk went around the school about Andreas Schöll and this club Entjungferte Mädchen, and where we had lost our virginity under the otherwise watchful eye of the school faculty. Since we were all under the age of consent there was even talk of some kind of witch hunt reprisals, even in the twenty first century, we later wondered.
In that summer newsletter to families there wasn't a word about our behaviour. The faculty seemed fatalistic in the end when no one brought indignant parents to the school gates, because none of us told our parents about our rite of passage, and only two of us had a disruption in the timing of our monthlies which might have had us nervous for a time in fear of impregnation.
The summer after Andreas graduated and there was a brief mention of the Entjungferte Mädchen in circles when we watched him, and his co-conspirators get their diplomas to leave and go on in their education, or get an apprenticeship, but little more was said!
