Sexual Awakening and the Kahuna

Frances tried to get a handle on the feelings she was now aware of. There was nothing unusual about Dick. Other than she could see his. Put him in trunks and he was just like a surfer! She had freely mixed with them and was often the only girl there. She had been treated as one of the guys. Though she was a midget next to their tall, tan and buff physiques.

Dick was placing band-aids on her cuts. She had flashbacks to her tomboy days, sitting, like now, with her feet dangling far over the floor. But she wasn’t feeling like a kid. Her vagina wouldn’t let her. And she did not associate Dick with her dad. The closest he seemed like was…. The Big Kahuna. She had once thrown herself at him, attempting to prove to Jeff, everybody - herself - that she was not a little girl. She was old enough to do what big girls did. She was ready to be a woman! ‘Kahuna’ in Hawaiian means ‘wise person’. He was. Ever after she was grateful he had rejected her.

But looking back, Jeff never did think of her as a fully adult woman. He became engaged to a woman almost as voluptuous as Carlotta Ramirez, here. Of the guys she had known, it was the Big Kahuna that, ironically, had come closest to treating her as a grown-up. How, here and now, she wished he had not rejected her. Yes, she could see his body in Dick’s. He wasn’t that much younger.

Suddenly the spell was broken! He was pulling on her thigh, trying to spread her legs! “What do you think you’re doing!?!” Bertrille demanded.

“See? There’s this cut on the inside of your thigh.” He brought the ****-dampened washcloth to it. It, like the other ones he had treated, stung. But this one was close to her sex. To close. The sharpness seemed to shoot right into her vagina. And stiffen her clitoris.

And then he placed a band-aid on her.