Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Trip Three - Debbie Sharpenberg's Basement Window

What? Are you gay or something?

These days we hear this question all the time.
As it applies to myself the answer is, nope, definitely nope. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I believe people should have the right to love who they want, in any capacity they want as long as there is mutual consent.

From a very young age I knew I liked girls. I liked girls a lot... still do.
For me as a young boy there was none of this "I hate girls" business. When the neighbor hood boys would spout that crap, I'd say, "That's great, more girls for me."

The first girl I can remember liking was a girl from my playschool class. Her name was Adrian.
I don't remember her last name. But I went to her house once.
She had a sandbox and an in-ground swimming pool in her back yard. In-ground swimming pools in Edmonton were an extremely rare thing in the late 50s.

Adrian was cute. But we were only 5 years old and at the age that's really all she had going for her, that and the pool. She was far to young to have any functional naughty bits and so was I, but I was still nuts for her. She eventually moved away and I later wrote about her and our relationship in the song Playground Pals.

From that point on I fell for a Joni, a Linda, a Kathie, a Glenda, a Heather (you remember her) more than a few Debbie's, and blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.
They all pretty much treated me like dirt. It must of been because I was like a dog with a wagging tail happily following them around doing whatever they wanted.
By the time I got to my second year of grade five I'd had enough of that game.
I was into music. Drums were my weapon of choice and Ringo was the man.
Dave Clark from the Dave Clark 5 was pretty awesome too (sadly I later found out he didn't play on the records and sometimes used a pit drummer for live gigs.) anyway...
It was time for the girls to recognize.

Time line - autumn 1965.

It seemed to me that some of the girls coming up into grade five were a lot more sophisticated and mature then the girls that were heading off to grade six. They acted and looked more grown up and they seemed to be a lot more shapely and further along in the development of naughty bits then the girls going into grade six. They were indeed, young women.
Plus some of the bad girls were eagerly willing to give it up and let boys that they liked, handle their naughty bits.
Being a bad boy myself I liked the bad girls.
There were three bad girls in particular that were happily more than friendly to me and my friend David. David like me was held back and he too, was a bad boy.
The three bad girls, I'll call Debbie, Trisha and Diane (not their real names).

Debbie lived on the same block as me so it was easy going to her house after school.
Her Mom was real nice but her Dad was a strict old fashioned German and didn't like the boys in the house.
He was usually home in the evenings so no one was allowed in and Debbie couldn't come out to play. So we'd plan after school for some serious face sucking and sliding our hands under the sweaters to feel the budding nubiles. It was uber-exciting and like a loaded gun I had a metal hard shaft and was ready to discharge but for some reason which I cannot fathom to this day I was to shy to let a girl touch me.
My thinking is that we were still in the early stages of our sexual experimentation and us boys were not quite as willing to expose ourselves as the girls were.
Even though we suspected if caught, we would be in trouble for these activities, it didn't feel wrong. For lack of a better word it felt... natural... but on the dark-side of natural.

Ok, some background is required at this juncture.
Approximately a year prior during the winter of 1964/65 I had an accidental awakening, a sexual awakening.
I caught a cold and it was severe enough that I was kept home from school, but long story short, I had found my fathers porn stash in the bottom drawer of his desk.
Escapade, Cavalier and Playboy were the ones I found (but there were more).
As I had started puberty at the age of 9 and stumbled on the joys of masturbation soon after. Now at almost age 11, I was full into horniness. With Playboy in hand I as turned the page, there in full colour like the discovery of the missing link was the completion of my lechery. . Titties, bare-naked women, shapely and beautiful. Like a thirsting man my eyes drank in the storm of skin of these young, taut and succulent naked women. I was stunned... stunned and fully erect.
Stunned that my father was looking at naked women and stunned that there were these heaven sent publications that featured naked women.
What the minister had said in church the previous Sunday was true, God knew what we needed before we asked for it in prayer. Thank you Jesus!

Back to our story:
One dark, windy October evening at about 8:30pm my pal Maki and I were hanging out at the park and I was stupidly bragging that I knew some girls that would do anything I asked them to do.

Maki: Yeah sure.
Me: Really, you know Debbie Sharpenberg?(not her real name) I go over to her house all the time and neck with her and she lets me feel her up and stuff.
Maki: Yeah right. As if.
Me: That's her house right over there. Let's go, I'll show ya.
So off we headed to the rec room basement window on the south side of The Sharpenberg residence where Debbie and her little sister were watching TV.

Maki (his real nic-name) was not a bad boy. He wasn't in that class despite my many attempts to turn him to the dark side. He was more in the geek class, a chicken shit rascal who would bolt at the first sign of trouble, so hopefully he was about to witness something he had never seen before and would never forget.

More background:
The houses in the Avonmore area were mostly built in the mid-to-late 1950s.
The basement windows were a wooden split pane type weighing about 20lbs. The hinges were a swing-up and off design with one stop that would prop the window partially open. Swing the bottom upwards just a little further to 90 degrees and the window comes free from the hinge. Any kid who ever snuck out of the house after hours from the basement knew how they worked and could quietly get the window off and escape to freedom in seconds.

On my knees crouching I quietly tapped on the window and Debbie's sister turned and looked up to see me pointing at Debbie indicating that I wanted to talk to her. When I finally got Debbie's attention she ran toward the window. I tried to whisper loudly asking if she could come out (which I knew was futile as Adolph Daddy was home). She shook her head confirming my suspicions.
Not wanting to disappoint Maki I whisper shouted to Debbie... "Show us your tits." She cupped her hand to her ear to hear me better and I shout whispered again a little louder this time, "Show us your tits." That time she heard me and pointed to the open door of another room on the north side of the house.
I looked back at Maki who was now about 20 feet back behind me ready to run in case Adolph had heard me making my request for his daughter to show us her goodies.
We quickly ran to the north side window shot to our knees and peered in the window only to find the room dark. After waiting for a minute or so we got up and ran back to south side window. As we got to our knees I saw Debbie coming out of the room we had just come from. I uttered to Maki "Oh damn, we missed it."

As she spotted me again, I whisper shouted "What happened?" It was obvious she was having a problem hearing me so she grabbed a chair and headed towards the window with the intention of propping it open to talk to me. As she pulled the bottom of the window out I could see what was about to happen. As if in slow motion the bottom of the window reached 90 degrees and it flew outward off the hinges over Debbie's head and dropped 7 feet straight down to loudly smash both panes on the lino floor below.
Debbie turned and looked down upon the wreckage then turned back to me and shrugged her shoulders. I could hear Adolph stomping down the basement stairs so I waved bye bye to Debbie stood up and turned to leave.
Maki was already half way down the block in a full sprint and I quickly joined him thinking he'd seen some threat I hadn't. As we ran we laughed so hard that running became impossible and we collapsed on a nearby lawn and laughed our guts out.
No titties, but none the less, an exciting time that at least I would never forget.

I don't recall what happened to Debbie as a result of this incident but I do remember that I was banned from the Sharpenberg property (Not my first nor my last such banishment).
Little sister (whom of course knew who I was) had seen and heard most of the incident and spilled the beans under Adolph's interrogation. I counted myself lucky my parents weren't called.
This however, made future nuzzle sessions with Debbie more rare and difficult but on the bright side Diane was very happy to now have the bulk of my attentions and since I had a growing crush on Diane that suited me just fine.