My first sexual attraction The first time I noticed I was a bit "odd" was watching "Wishmaster". I was back in my hometown, where there was absolutely nothing to do; so I went to the video store and picked out a rental based solely on the box cover. I have always hated scary movies, and to this day, I still have no idea why I picked something that would prevent me from going to bed at night. However, that day, the monster head on the box cover appealled to me and I didn't have much choice, since it was one of the few english titles that the video store had. I distinctly remember first watching the movie during the daytime, sometime after lunch. I was summering in a small two bedroom apartment, and the rest of my family was out of the house.

I wasn't expecting much from the film, but about half way through the movie, there was a sex scene between a girl and the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He had these dark, mysterious, piercing eyes, dirty blond/brown straight but shaggy hair, and a lithe smooth, skater-esque body. He reminded of my grade school crush, Joel Poirrier (details in a later post).

Anyway, the scene is stuck in my head even to this day. First, the girl (I dont' remember a single detail about her), took off his shirt in one swift movement in a dimly lit room. He had to arch his body back slightly to get the shirt off, which emphasized every part of his body. She aggressively pushed him onto the bed and kissed him on the lips. Then, she proceeded to go down his body and kiss his nipples. Cut to a close up of that. Part of the huge fascination was in the boy's nipples. He had these perfectly placed, and perfectly sized purple nipples. Remember that I was small, I always thought that a guy exposing his nipples was the same sin as the woman exposing her breast. I even remember joking with my brother that a woman who exposed her shoulders was showing too much skin.

A few more seconds of her slowly kissing down his body and then the scene dissapointingly ends. I remember initially being shocked by what I had just seen. I didn't know what sex was, nor what they were doing. I never managed to finish the rest of the movie. For the week that I had the movie rental, whenever I got the chance, I would fast forward to the scene and watch it in fascination, concentrating on every facet of what the girl was doing to my boy. I can't remember clearly, but I remember being incredibly jealous. I wanted him. I wanted to be the one kissing him, caressing him.

Presently, I have not managed to figure out if the movie I remember watching was actually the Wishmaster. I have not seen the scene ever again.

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