I completed high school in the mid 60's in the San Francisco Bay area of Berkley and Contra Costa County, CA. They had well educated administrators and teachers. Most, in my opinion were upright, helpful and earnest. There were a few, though that were taking advantage of the professionalism of the faculty to hide their own little secret tendency to harvest any low hanging fruit for themselves. It was here that I began to associate pedophilia with queers, and not see any difference, thinking queer is queer. I was among the low hanging fruit, and a willing participant in their games between classes and after school, including occasional parties in a teacher's home. I was willing to accommodate and took pleasure in satisfying. I was a people watcher from a very early age and able to see through what people assumed to be properly frilled enough to cover up obvious personal nakedness. I did not judge, as in condemning, but believed to know people for whom they really were. I had a couple real paying jobs after school and even one of those people took advantage of my willingness to please, by often running his hand down my pants and comfort his on the job boredom. These people, with the exception of one, did not want anything in return, and were just happy in being casually comforted, as I saw it. For me it was as exploring an unknown forest, and looking ahead to see what might be around the next turn.
But that one, the administrator, was willing to do favors for others to help me graduate from high school. He did not want an obvious dummy hanging around. So they had their little circle within the official faculty team, with some not in that circle, but understanding the circle, as was made known to me with specific words of caution by observant and concerned teachers. Still it was too off the chart for them to dare be too concerned.
The summer after graduation, I felt I had escaped, and signed up for Jr College. While working the better paying job, I had started in high school, to pay for life more independently, The administrator eased by the place and requested I visit at his home with his sister for an evening meal together. They, neither one, had ever married, and were both educators. I had been there before, but without the company of his sister, as if we were being sneaky, sort of. They had prepared a very wholesome feast for us all. I noticed her eying me as if trying to see into me a little. I realized she was wanting in, maybe. So, like a trapeze artist I swung with the assumption of experience, and asked them both if they would allow me to comfort them each with a special enema treatment of their choice. They quickly stared at each other with fire in their eyes. She thinking to be getting the best of her brother, blurted out to the affirmative, for both of them. "May we save the best for last then, and work him first then, please?" He realized he was not the main course, and courteously allowed us to treat him together. Afterward, with a fresh spring in his step, excused himself to go attend to a certain rent house situation.
She had played the instructor, and assumed a dominant role, showing me what he liked, humiliating him as she went along, but causing him to moan loudly as well.
She had taken my hand several times and I sensed sweat in her palms. As he turned toward us to let us know his desire to leave, she quickly held my hand again, and blew him a kiss from across the room. After the door closed behind him, she nervously slowed it down several notches, and requested I sit and talk, to get better acquainted and all. I suspected she wanted to dig into his guiltiness, but no, she wanted to mother me, and became quite becoming to me. And to my surprise, I loved her.