I don’t know what she saw in me. Yes, I was handsome but I had no financial prospects at my young age and I was somewhat reticent around girls, even as a high school senior. In time, we became intimate, first kissing passionately in unoccupied patients’ rooms, and then going out on dates and to her apartment afterward.

Gail was very gentle with me, teaching me how to make love for the first time, in all its variations. All my sexual fantasies as an adolescent boy came true but I had never thought that they could ever be so pleasurable. Those spring, summer and fall months were truly beautiful times for me, not only because of the sex, but because I had a girlfriend to hold hands with, to sit close to me in a car, to go to the beach with and to the theater and restaurants. I cannot explain the elation that I had during those special eight months of my life.

But I always knew that it would eventually have to end. I had nothing really to offer Gail when I didn’t know myself what I wanted to do with my life. She began seeing me less and less that fall and in an attempt to forget about her, I enlisted in the military. I never saw or heard from her again for almost forty years.

I went to college, got married, had a career and raised a family. And I forgot all about Gail.

Then one day, there she was. We both were single again, having gone through divorces recently. Gail was now in her early 60s but to me she was as beautiful as ever, still with her friendly disposition and her slim, youthful appearance, despite her age. She was in the same profession, now a nurse practitioner. I wanted to start where things had ended with us but Gail wasn’t so sure.

We went out a few times. Gail was looking for the innocent boy that she remembered from her early 20s. On our third date she told me, “John, if we are to become intimate again, I want it to be like when we first met, when I was your teacher.” I replied how those months were the best of my life and if I could turn back the clock I would in a heartbeat.

Gail said that there were drugs that she could administer to me that would accomplish this very thing. For the next two months she gave me a shot of depo provera every two weeks, which affected my desire for sex unless Gail initiated it. In her gentle fashion, she made me hard just like before and we seemed to be able to make love for the longest time, until we both were exhausted.

We’ve been together now for eight months. I have the same affection for Gail that I did when I was back in high school. We are very close. Gail gives me monthly shots to reduce my libido. She continues to seduce me today like when I was still a boy and I love it.

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