A Reader Remembers Her First Time

I wasn't embarrassed to see Deep Throat.  A group of us college-age kids, including my brothers, went to the Faust Theatre in St. Paul to see the movie. Women got in for free.  The lounge had a seat which was a huge gilded phallus with cushions, a red velvet scrotum all around.  Linda was so casual about swallowing the guy.  It made me realize that all sex doesn't have to be such a big deal.  Later that summer, I learned my aunt had asked her daughter to take her to the movie.  She kept covering her eyes and wailing that her husband might find out where she had been.  My cousin, her daughter, offered to leave early.  My aunt kept saying, "Wait a bit.  It might get better."  It did. 
  
- Kathleen Wasescha