guest post by sex kitten
I once thought that the entire notion of men being turned on by the iconic schoolgirl uniform was a sick thing. Grown men, lusting after teenage girls? Ewwwww. And that thought, yes, is still repulsive to me, but I have come to know this particular fantasy from another angle since meeting my husband. Here's the thing...
My man was, in high school, a perfect specimen of geekdom.
Pencil-necked, acne-suffering, sporting a tacky 1980's sweater over a
dress shirt. Oh yes. And each morning, this young man rode a bus to
school amid a flock of fine young women decked out in kilts, laughing,
tossing their hair, and never once looking in his direction. What young
man wouldn't have loved a piece of that action? But it was not to be
his. At least, not for a good number of years, until he caught sight of
the mini-kilt hanging in my closet, and got a wicked gleam in his eye.
And me? I wrap that scrap of pleated tartan around my waist for him once in a while even these days, as a mother, because what I once would have taken at face value, I understand now - he is living out a long-ago fantasy, one that formed in his developing psyche just when his sexuality was being mapped out and stuck there, one that became part of his image of the girl he could never have but would have wanted. So does it mean he wants to sleep with a young girl? Not really. But it's nice to get what you wanted, even if it comes twenty years later.
Class dismissed. Oops - did I drop my book? I'd better bend down and get that...
He'll lose that fantasy when his oldest daughter is a teenager wearing similar clothing... but until then, you keep dropping your book and enjoy it in good health!
Posted by: The Crossbowman | October 15, 2007 at 12:05 AM
I can relate to that. I came of age in the mid/late '60s (think: miniskirts, bra-burning, etc.) and I still have fond memories of a couple of young women who sat around me in my college American Literature class--not that any of them would have given me the time of day, either. One of them wore w-a-a-y short skirts and Youth Dew perfume (well, yeah, she wore a blouse, and other stuff, too, but ....). My wife, bless her, has MAGNIFICENT legs (and a pretty magnificent chest, too), and she dresses accordingly. I don't think she has a skirt (other than floor-length) that isn't cut to just above the knee. And she always gives me a good show whenever she gets into and out of the car.
My appreciation for nice legs and the skirts and dresses that show them has never waned. Although my wife doesn't wear Youth Dew, she does wear a fragrance that is expensive and rare enough that--whenever I smell that particular fragrance, I know that my sweetie is somewhere close enough to touch.
CROSSBOWMAN: You're right on target. Although my daughter is far past her teen years, I'm glad she doesn't have my wife's taste in clothes--or the ability to wear the same clothes.
Posted by: Bill | October 15, 2007 at 11:23 AM
The first time I gave it up, Josh and I were both wearing our school uniforms...so for us, it is more like stepping back in time rather than living out a fictitious fantasy. We both kind of get a kick out of it. ;)
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Posted by: Chris Williams | October 19, 2007 at 05:48 AM