It Is Not A Myth That Women Grow Up Much Sooner Than Men

For several years we lived overseas. As kids we attended the American School system, paid for by the Government. In the tenth grade a girl from Israel came to our school. Esther. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I fell in love before a single word was spoken. Her father was an agricultural advisor at the Israeli Embassy and we moved in the diplomatic circle. A party, I was there, if Esther was there. Esther was 'reserved', her family did not want any problems

Esther was a runner, long distance. She was tallish and had long legs 'all the way up to her ass'. She was fluent in Hebrew, English and French. But not Spanish. I could be her translator. She wasn't one to let you touch her, not even to dance. And when she danced she moved like the wind. I wasn't the only boy in school with a perpetual hard on for her. But being Jewish myself, I had the advantage. Esther would not leave, until she was my woman.

We had swimming together in the natatorium every Tuesday and Thursday. In those days we wore Speedos, red. And she wore a tight fitting swimmers competitive suit. Those long legs, and the cut was up over her hip bones. And she had these, tits, that in the water her nipples turned hard and stood hard against the fabric of her suit. She told me to see but not see. It was impolite to stair at a woman like that.

One Thursday I walked into the girl's dressing room. Esther was in the shower, washing her hair of the chlorine. Her tits were small but perfect, her bush trimmed back to swim, from where I stood a mile away I could discern her full lips, and the crack of her ass. I masturbated that night. From that day on Esther was mine to have.

Our class was invited to a working coffee farm in the highlands for Easter week break. I convinced Esther to come, I actually had to talk to her parents. Her parents made me fully responsible for her. Esther, my Esther, was mine. I took care of her, she did what I said. I was very responsible.

But one night, there was a bonfire. The night sky was covered with stars. The air was just cool enough for a light sweater. Esther's nipples were hard and I told her that it bothered me that other boys could see her nipples. The see but not see did not apply to boys in school. So cover up with my jacket, in my mind, those nipples are for me to see. I did not give Esther permission to go walking with two other girls. I kept Esther by my side. When the fire was dying down, the boys and girls were lying on the blankets that had been lain for the class. I told Esther I wanted her to lay by my side, and I held her hand and pulled her to me. Now Esther's nipples were in my hands.

Lying there in the shadows, held tight against me, my dick was hard as a steel rod, I got her pants down below her crack line, I got my dick inside her. I held her against me as I had my first vaginal ejaculation, Esther's first as well. Esther was mine. Angry or not, she was mine and she had to behave as mine. Later on when we were dealing with the 'problem' we found out that another girl got pregnant that night, one of the girls that went for a walk.

We sat at the Israeli Embassy in her father's office. Her parents, my parents and the two of us. There was no question any more as to what was going to happen. She wasn't going to join the IDF after high school. I wasn't going to a Kibbutz. We were reminded that our Bar Mitsvah and Bat Mitsvah were about being adults. Now we were adults. Esther's mother asked her, was she prepared to become my wife. My father asked me if I was prepared to become her husband. Then the arrangements were made and we were married by the Rabbi two weeks later.

Esther took her responsibilities seriously. She was ten times the wife that I was a husband. She was prepared, I wasn't. She was a mother, I wasn't a father, not yet. Esther walked the walk, I didn't. Esther was brought up to be a man's wife, not a boy in high school. She demanded sex, not kid sex, adult sex. She was married, now she was a woman, I better rise to the occasion. Pardon the pun. Her body was like a goddess, strong, tall, all woman. And I was a boy, barely shaving. It was a good thing that we still lived at home with her parents.

We lived in Tel Aviv for most of our life, we had another son. They are fathers now, real fathers. Esther finished raising me, to be the man she demanded for a husband and a father. I truly did bite off more than I could chew.