The first time I lost my virginity was awful. I won’t go into it other than to say that I was more than happy to do it over.
The second time was decidedly more toe-curling.
It’s not as great as it sounds, a second virginity. Or maybe it’s just as miserable as it sounds. The actual act of losing it the second time was too-long anticipated. I’m afraid no matter how amazing it could have been I’d still have found it lacking. My second time was nearly as doomed as my first.
Nearly.
The second time I lost my virginity came after careful planning. It involved seductions of every sense. I worked long and hard to make things right. And things were.
I was seventeen.
Marlee was twenty-four. She’d been my babysitter when I was a grade-schooler. That’s when my planning began. I was nine when I decided she’d be my second First.
It’s not as lurid as it seems. Or maybe it is. But let me explain.
I was no ordinary nine-year-old lusting after his babysitter.
I was a thirty-year-old man inside a nine-year-old body. Thirty-nine, actually, counting the years I’d lived in my second body.
You see, there was an accident in my lab.
It was the typical, “turn you into a superhero explosion of time-loose anti-matter”, that should have changed me into some amazingly handsome do-gooder with tremendous temporal powers. But that’s not what happened.
What happened was that my mind came free from my body.
I watched the effects of the explosion from a vantage high above my crumpling form. The lab roiled with fire and anti-matter. People and equipment were torn apart by the blast. I saw the bodies of two assistants and Dr. Winters’ crumple like mine. I sensed their minds beside me.
Then I shot through space, fast as light.
I flew through the earth, came out the other side of the globe, circled the planet, and slammed into the body of a developing baby in the womb of a young woman from Belleville, Illinois.
I was stuck there.
I had to call the woman “Mom”. Her name was Judy LeBraun. Her husband was Larry. They named me Hank. Hank.
I have all the memories and wisdom from my first life. I put my skills to use as soon as my tiny body would allow. Once those little vocal chords could do it, I started talking. When I figured out how to make my appendages useful, I started writing and working out mathematical problems that I’d been working on before.
This, of course, made me stand-out from the rest of the toddling crowd. I was deemed a super-genius.
My second childhood was much different from my first. My parents moved us to Boston when I was three, so we could live near my “special school”. I was doted on, tested, and studied. I was paid for my time. At least Judy and Larry were. But they were generous. I graduated from high school at the age of five and took a few years off to see the world.
You have to imagine what it’s been like for me. As an infant I was aware of my adulthood. I spent my earliest years trying to gain a place for myself in the world that was at least a shadow of what I’d had.
I had no peers. Not a single friend. No video games, personal computers, or Star Trek. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t do any of the things I really, really wanted to do.
Sex?
It was on my mind constantly. Especially once I began doing the rest of the things I’d done in my first life. I am a man, and I have been since I was born. Sex has been on my mind. Hell, I couldn’t breast feed. It was just too much.
I began planning our lovemaking soon after Marlee and I met.
It took years””long, frustrating years””but I knew it would, and she was my best prospect. I started college when I was eight. I hadn’t a chance with the ladies.
At seventeen, I was going to lose it, one way or another.
There was a party at the Sheraton Commander Hotel in Harvard Square, to celebrate my completion of MIT’s Doctorate Program in Physics. It was quite a shin-dig. I was the youngest person to graduate from the program, and it made me a bit of a big deal. A lot of important people attended. The most important to me was Marlee.
At the climax of the revelry, when I was supposed to be speaking, I stole her away.
I had my own room listed under a fake name.
She tried to object.
She told me I was too young. But I’d worked my wiles on her for too long by then, and the memories of my childhood she tried to place before the lust in my teenage eyes worked against her.
Marlee was wonderful. She would have blown my mind had it been my first first time. The Summer of Love made for a sexually free Marlee. I was lucky to have been reborn when I was.
The Summer of Love. 1967. Something I’d only read about.
There was a temporal effect to the accident.
I was born for the second time in 1950″”twenty-two years before the first time I came into the world. Fifty-two years before the explosion.
I’ve already copyrighted scientific processes that hadn’t been postulated in this time before. I’ll solve the problems we ran across in my first life at MIT, and we’ll have hyperspace figured out by the ’80s.
Marlee?
I haven’t seen her since that night. I heard she married a mathematician at Berkley. I think about her often.
Kevin Shamel has only been a virgin once. He worked hard to stop being one, and would never want to go through it again.
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30 Responses to “DOUBLE VIRGINITY • by Kevin Shamel”
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September 18th, 2008 at 12:28 am
Cool story, Kevin. And you are right; 1967 was a very good year.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:12 am
Great story, Kev, gripped me throughout. You packed so much into so few words - breathless! I was reminded of an old joke: “I didn’t lose my virginity. I remember exactly where I put it.”
Five stars from me.
Sarah
September 18th, 2008 at 3:48 am
No Star Trek…what an existense! Still the sex was there
Very good read.
September 18th, 2008 at 5:00 am
Tremendous story! I didn’t get that tag re Star Trek at first , but it positions the second coming (if I may call it that;)) very well. I loved the style and it rolled along really well. Coingratulations.
September 18th, 2008 at 5:16 am
i’m in pyschology right now so i cant write much. But i will say this wasa brilliant story, and being born again is easily one of my biggest fantasies, being born againwith your brain…wouldnt it just be the perfect way to make extra progress?
However i dont think he would desire sex….desire for sex is a chemical thing. and without puberty a child wouldnt desire it…theyr bodies cant desire it.
Or maybe they can…its your world? who am i to question
Awesome story. my favourite from you so far…5!
September 18th, 2008 at 6:04 am
Sorry, this one didn’t connect with me. I wondered about the chemical nature of sexual desire too - I just don’t think he’d be horny at such an early age. Story-wise, I didn’t get an emotional connect with your protagonist. A clever idea, but maybe this is too restricted a format for it.
September 18th, 2008 at 6:27 am
Ha ha! Good read! Enjoyed it to the last word!
September 18th, 2008 at 6:32 am
Great story Kevin. Nice tone and voice. I’m going to PM you about a logic question I have.
September 18th, 2008 at 7:02 am
Kevin, You had me at the title. And then you threw me one surprise after another and by the time I got to Harvard Square, I actually laughed out loud. Me alone in my house with my dog! She looked at me as if to say, “What’s the big deal. I gotta an MIT degree too.”
5 from me. And thanks for the great wake up.
September 18th, 2008 at 8:05 am
Great story, Kevin! I really enjoyed it. And I love how you layered those clues in there, like no Star Trek and no video games. I thought he just wasn’t allowed to in his second life because he was so busy trying to get back to where he was, like he chose not to do those things again. But when I got to the twist at the end, it all made sense in a whole new way. Great writing!
September 18th, 2008 at 8:36 am
Thank you, everyone! Glad to make some laughter. Thanks for all your comments. I like this one, too.
September 18th, 2008 at 8:48 am
Awesome. It’s pretty common for us to want to go back with what we know now. Maybe it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
September 18th, 2008 at 10:24 am
Really awesome story! Kept me interested from the very beginning. The twist at the end was just icing on the cake!
And the title reminds me of an old noir movie title–”Double Indemnity.”
September 18th, 2008 at 10:26 am
Really awesome story! Kept me interested from the very beginning. The twist at the end was just icing on the cake!
And the title reminds me of an old noir movie title–”Double Indemnity.”
September 18th, 2008 at 10:30 am
You’re right it did crack me up. Made me think of a certain “accident” in the room with the AC. Great writing my friend, I needed a laugh today.
September 18th, 2008 at 10:31 am
It kinda reminds me of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Those poor kids have to go back to school after having been Kings and Queens of Narnia!
Good job, Kevin. I remember this one. Now.
September 18th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Good one! Loved the humor involved.
September 18th, 2008 at 12:19 pm
Thank you, fine commenters, I’m thrilled that you’re liking it so much.
September 18th, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Fun story to read, Kevin!
M. Sherlock (hilarious, by the way, that you were reading and responding to Kevin’s story in pscyh class. That’s why I don’t let my students have their laptops open when I’m lecturing!), you posited: “However i dont think he would desire sex….desire for sex is a chemical thing. and without puberty a child wouldnt desire it…theyr bodies cant desire it.”
I’m with Kevin; I think it’s perfectly logical. The _initial_ desire for sex may be triggered by hormonal changes in puberty. But even when those chemical drivers wane, there is still another powerful motivator: the imagination.
Look, I’ve known plenty of old men whose “chemical thing” is at low ebb–barring artificial supplements like Viagra or Levitra–who will sit up and watch hours of Skinemax, and fantasize about younger days and younger ways. Here, the impediment is reversed–the body is not too old but too young. But the imagination and memories of past experience are there unabated.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
I suppose so
September 18th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
Thanks, Oz.
And you’re absolutely right. The dude had had sex (even if he was an uber-geek). From past experience, he knew what it was all about–what he was missing.
September 18th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Kevin,
As usual, an excellent story from the first word. Loved the premise and the time warp.
–dj
September 18th, 2008 at 1:59 pm
Thanks, DJ, glad you liked it.
September 19th, 2008 at 4:56 am
Great story! Thanks for the laughter so early in the morning. And, yes, I’ve often thought that if I had to do it all over again knowing what I know NOW, not having sex would be the most maddening bit…
September 19th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Thank you, Teresa. I absolutely agree.
September 19th, 2008 at 10:29 am
I think that you should keep on writing until you can’t write anymore…but I may be a little BIASED, since I’m your Big Sis, but I really liked it!!!Keep’em coming!!!
September 19th, 2008 at 10:50 am
Until they pry the keyboard from my cold dead hands, that’s the plan. Thanks, Brenda! I’m happy you like this one, too.
September 19th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
I loved the idea of the super-genius whose primary obsession is to get laid.
Well done.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:45 am
Hell, I couldn’t breast feed. It was just too much.
Funny line! Great story.
September 29th, 2008 at 2:39 pm
A tiny nitpick:
“I’ve already copyrighted scientific processes that hadn’t been postulated in this time before.”
I think you’re looking for ‘patented,’ since you can’t copyright a process.