Earning His Merit Badge

The woman lay semi-upright, her back against the headboard. She was clad in only a black slip and nothing else. For it would be necessary for her to allow free access to her lower genitalia.

The woman looked to be in her early fifties, most likely post-menstrual. Her blond hair was smartly coiffed in a stylish cut. Her years had not diminished her attractiveness. In fact, they seemed to make her even more covetable.

The woman glanced over at the other person in the room: a male in late adolescence, boyishly good looking, perhaps a bit naive yet appearing eager. He stood naked alongside the bed, near one of the nightstands. The uniform of his elite scouting unit, for boys over eighteen, lay in a heap on the floor surrounding him.

He was thoroughly engaged in stimulating himself in the presence of the woman, attempting to awaken his emerging sexual function while stealing frequent glimpses of her on the bed. On the top of the nightstand lay a copy of the manual for elite scouts, open to a new section titled, "Life Affairs." The pages that followed contained step-by-step instructions and illustrations for completing this activity.

There had been a firestorm over whether or not to add this activity to the manual of the elite unit. Some thought it much too controversial, while others argued it was the most tasteful way to introduce maturing boys to the inevitability of one of life's most basic needs. Still, some parents had objected to its inclusion.

The boy now stood with his penis jutting straight out. The expression on his face had changed to one of desire, urgency. From the drawer of the nightstand he removed a foil packet, immediately tearing it open. He removed the greasy condom it contained, placing it over the tip of his penis and proceeded to unroll it over the head and down the shaft.

Fueled by the thought of what he was required to do, he climbed into bed to be with the woman. And in turn she hiked up her slip and parted her legs to allow him access.

Once the boy had fully penetrated her, now reliably conjoined it was like he had been suddenly yanked into another world. A world in which only he and the woman existed. A world in which there was only one purpose. A world in which he felt driven to perform only a solitary act: to exercise his sexual function in the proper way, the way nature dictated, while the woman, by her presence, supplied the impetus, the justification for it.

He hunched over the woman, assuming the missionary position. And with his palms now pressing against the mattress on either side of her he began, at first cautiously, uncertain of what his initial reaction would be.

Gradually, he came to know the delicious feeling of rubbing his erect penis inside of her, the sudden burst of pleasure with each coital stroke; how much better it made him feel than using his own hand while staring at an image in a magazine.

The boy's interaction with the woman was purely sexual, devoid of anything even remotely loving. For he knew nothing of her except as a living conduit for his primal urges.

He became aware of the need to regulate himself, not to let his emotions drive him past the point of no return... at least not so soon. Eventually, though, his feelings began to overtake him, demand his release.

Sensing the end was near he clutched the woman like a rag doll, his buttocks now beginning to flail. Then suddenly he let out a most curdling vocalization of the intense pleasure-pain that had seized him. He felt as though his lower abdomen was being being ripped apart from inside. Then a second wave. Then another... until he had emptied himself of all his pent-up lust.

The boy lay quietly, still clutching the woman, whose name he didn't even know. Yet as a woman she held the mysterious sway over him that had caused him to act the way he'd just done. Eventually, his sanity slowly returning, he withdrew from her, then climbed out of bed but remained nearby. A sense of relief blanketed him.

He stood gazing at the woman, clearly in awe of her, recalling the tug of urges and emotional feelings she had awakened in him. His penis showed no sings of wanting to deflate. Now sporting more self-confidence he seemed to want to repeat the act but was afraid to ask. He'd already sampled her goodies once. And once was all that was required to qualify for his merit badge.

The boy carefully removed the condom from his penis. After he got dressed he wrapped in into a tissue and slipped it into a pocket, covertly, so as not to cause the the woman to question him. Beside, she was now preoccupied with putting on her own clothes.

As soon as he arrived home he would preserve the fragile condom in a zip-loc bag, now the most exciting piece of memorabilia in his collection. Later, when he examined it in the privacy of his bedroom, he hoped to discover it smelled of her.

At the ceremony, held in the social hall of a church, when the boy was called to the pulpit to receive his merit badge there were mixed reactions among the attendees. His parents, as well as some of the others, stood up and cheered. But most of the attendees--friends and relatives of other scouts--either remained silent, or booed in disapproval.

Then another person stood up. He recognized her as the woman who had helped him earn his merit badge. As soon as he spotted her he darted from the pulpit. He wanted to see her up close again, chat with her for awhile, maybe even introduce her to his parents. But when he arrived the woman was nowhere to be seen. Had she been just a hologram?

The boy stood there, disappointment washing over his face. But his sadness quickly morphed to a broad smile, for he remembered how absolutely thrilling it had been to interact with a grown woman in that way. Hands down the most memorable merit badge he'd ever earned.