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Tanzy to get in. Sometimes I get up on top of Tom, and we both lay that way, both our legs apart, bellies up, and Tom lets Tanzy fuck me when we are in this position. Tom's cock rides in the crack of my ass below, and Tanzy is giving it to me from straight above. If I am alone and Tanzy wants to fuck, I place the davenport cushions on the floor and lay on my back. Tanzy is very smart and knows how to fuck me both from the rear and front. I love to fuck him from the front, because I can look down and see his cock entering my cunt, that pink shaft just going in and out. He always licks my cunt clean after we get through fucking.
    It was Tom's idea that I write this letter to you, but when I got started typing, I got so excited that he had to help me finish it. My last thought is that anything you fuck that makes you feel good is okay.

    Jennie is only seventeen, and her childhood isn't that distant. She remembers it very clearly: “Where I was brought up,” she says, “sex was pretty much taboo.” She is enough a child of our time to say in one breath, “I always consider myself a girl of high morals and always thought I would be a virgin until I was married” … and then she goes on to describe her 24

    sexual experiences with her boyfriend, whom she plans to marry “in three years.”
    What I like about Jennie is that she does not feel these contradictions are important enough to comment upon; no apologies or explanations are felt necessary. She is a girl who accepts her own sexuality in her own time; she believes more in her own feelings than the amorphous “rules” in the air. When she says she has no guilt about her sexuality or her fantasies, I believe her.
    Jennie's mother clearly grew up in a totally different sexual atmosphere, and although her daughter was aware of this difference between' herself and her mother, even as a child of nine, she did not blindly accept her mother's sexual authority: she felt and believed in her own sexuality even more.
    Jennie may not be typical of her generation, but there are countless young women like her; the very fact that she wrote me – and with such eagerness – indicated her interest in sex.
    What I find more significant is the ease, acceptance, and utter naturalness with which she treats that interest.
    Jennie
    I have just finished reading your book, My Secret Garden.
    Throughout the book, I kept thinking what it would be like to actually write to you. When I saw your address in the back, I knew I had to write.
    First, I'll give you some background information about myself. I am seventeen, and my boyfriend is sixteen. We are both seniors in high school, and plan to get married in three years. I always considered myself a girl of high morals and always thought I would be a virgin until I was married.
    Where I was brought up, sex was pretty much taboo. No one ever spoke about it, so I never knew anything about sex. I know that when I was about nine years old I used to get sensual feelings, although at the time I didn't know what they were. I used to take my clothes off and rub my small breasts and my cunt against the cold washing machine, and this made me feel very good. At other times, I would take all my clothes 25

    off and run around in the woods across the street. Sometimes my girl friend would come with me, and we would sit and masturbate ourselves or each other. Just thinking about doing these things when I was a kid would get me excited, and the next thing I knew I was doing them or thinking up something new that would make me feel good. Given the puritanical background where I grew up, it's amazing I didn't feel really guilty as a kid, but I didn't. I just knew it couldn't be bad if it felt that good.
    Nowadays, I fantasize whenever I have time on my hands …
    or my hands on myself. I don't think I masturbate any more than the average girl, but I don't know much about the average girl. It's a sexy world, so I have sexy thoughts quite a bit. I don't usually