Matzah

I had a weird craving the other day, it was for matzah.

For those of you who don't know, matzah is "unleavened" bread that is eaten during the time of Passover.

I'm not Jewish. In fact, I think it's bad enough that I'm BLACK. (It's HARD being a minority, even if you don't look it!)

However, the neighbors across the street WERE Jewish and they would invite us every year to Passover. Which was always delicious. I especially enjoyed the matzah. Which is essentially a bad carb cracker without salt. It tastes particularly good with butter. Yes, one I'd had it at the Shapiro's, I would beg my mother to buy it so I could have it for a snack at home. Sure it made me even fatter. But I didn't care. I was obsessed. I loved it. Matzah, with butter. Lots and lots of butter.

Of course, once she knew what was going on, she put a stop to it. There's only so much butter an adolescent girl SHOULD consume.

And speaking of things one shouldn't consume as a young teen, let me tell you what happened with David, the boy who lived across the street. Lucky my mother never got wind of this! Otherwise she really would have banned matzah from our home!

David was not especially tall, but he was dark and especially well built. His hair was curly, but not a frizzy curly, the GOOD kind of curly, if you know what I mean. Smooth black curls which he plastered across his head with a side part. His eyes were a brilliant green and he would gaze intently at me across the table while his father carved the leg of lamb.

"Hilda," he approached me after dinner while the parents were in the living room gossiping about the neighbors.

"Hi, David," I said nervously. He was a bit older-and very good looking.

"Do you want to see my room?"

"Uh, um. Yeah. Okay."

"Cool," he took my hand and we went into his room.

The bed was a double bed with a dark blue bedspread. The entire room had a nautical theme.

"This is it," he said, pulling me inside and down onto the bed.

"It's nice," I said, my eyes darting around the room, nervously.

"Wanna see something?"

"Uh. Sure, I guess."

"Feel," he took my hand and pressed it up against his trousers.

"David!"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Just squeeze it," he put his hand over mine and squeezed. "What do you think?"

What did I think? I thought it was enormous. But I wasn't about to say THAT out loud.

"Hilda?" He pulled me close and kissed me. "Oh yeah. That's it," he said, running his hands over my body.

"David, what are you doing?'

"Shhh. Trust me," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his penis. "Touch it."

Gingerly, I touched it. It was so soft! "Wow," I said.

"Here, let me show you," he moved my hand up and down his shaft. "Oh," he moaned, "Oh Hilda," he said.

"It's very big," At this point, I could not refrain from comment anymore.

He laughed a little bit. "Now, Hilda, listen, this is important," he looked deeply into my eyes, "I don't want you to tell anyone what we're doing, can you do that for me?"

"Sure," I said, my hand moving up and down, with his hand over mine.

All of a sudden, he came and a bunch of white stuff came out. "Hand me a tissue, would you Hil?"

I handed him a tissue and he mopped up.

"Okay Hilda, now I want to do something for you. Is that okay?"

"I guess so," I was doubtful.

"Here, let me kiss you," he put his mouth on mine and we made out for a bit. "Hilda, feel that," he was hard again. "I'm going to help you climax."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see," he said and he took off my top. I was not wearing a bra because I had not yet reached the point to where it was strictly necessary. "Oh, these are very pretty, Hilda, lie back."

I lay back and he ran his hands over my little boobies. It felt very good. Then he put his mouth on my nipples and began to suck one, while he was touching the other.

Then, he ran his mouth over my stomach and he started to take off my jeans. And then, my undies came off. "Flowers," he said, "cute."

And then, he was licking the inside of my thighs and up around my vulva and my outer lips. And then the inner. And then: he was licking my clit. Back and forth and back and forth, until I could take it no more and I felt this incredible sensation-and I orgasmed. "Oh, David," I said. "David, I love you, David," I gushed.

Then he kissed me and I could taste myself on him. And I liked it.

"Hilda, I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"When did you last have your period?"

"Period. Um. Last week."

"Shit. Okay." He reached into his bedside drawer and took out a condom. He put it on quickly and then took my hand. "How does it feel?"

"It feels hard. Nice."

"Okay. This might hurt a bit, can you keep quiet?"

I nodded.

He carefully guided his penis into me. Except, it wouldn't go. It wouldn't go.

"David, stop it. It hurts."

"Hilda, just a minute," he knelt down and began licking at me again, until I was so turned on that the only thing I wanted was him. "Okay, let's try this again." I was very very wet. And he pushed. And then: bam! He was in. And then he moved in and out of me. It hurt, but it felt good. And he came quickly. "Oh Hilda!!!"

After that, he went back to college.

And I? Back to school. No one was the wiser.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson