I was raised in a strict catholic family, doing all my school years in man-only classes.

When I first asked mother when I will see other girls than Judy, our maid, and her, she went mad and said I should not have such thoughts.

I was only ten, I didn’t see where was the problem, but I understood it was taboo.

You can imagine how bizarre was to become an adult and wondering how it would be to talk with a girl.

I don’t think mother planned that, but not seeing girls made me want to see one, at first because I was curious, and then because deep inside my hormones started to boil.

The second (!) time I asked mother about women, she sighed, whispering that we, men, only think about that. She then added that at the end of high school I may meet a girl.

I could only imagine what it would be like, how she would be dressed, about what we would talk.

I hoped she would have a similar education because I felt it was not normal and the average young adult surely does not know how be a « true gentleman »

In my dreams, the first woman of my age I meet smells extremely good, so much I cannot hold back myself and get closer from her and smell her perfume directly on her neck.

She giggles and protests about my lack of education, but I can feel she does not mind.

Nevertheless, as I never saw pornography during my studies, I did not have sexual dreams.

Some of my friends did see pornographic pictures, but were disgusted by the lack of respect for the woman it showed.

That did not alter their fascination for the body of the woman as they talk about it since.

Unlike me, they clearly wanted to meet a woman to reproduce (no pun intended) what they saw.

I understood what mother meant by thinking about “that”

I realized you must have a lot of question, like did I really never saw another woman other than the maid and my mother during the first eighteen years of my life.

Of course I lied a bit, I saw other women, such as: my grandmother, my 10-years younger than me cousin and my aunt Victoria.

I must admit, my aunt was still quite young, if 35 is still young for normals standard, and I sometime glanced at the uncovered flesh, which was her head, her hand and her ankles. (https://kahinaspirit.deviantart.com/art/pink-hold-tummy-273728140)

Even if my experience in that subject is near to zero, I know she is very beautiful and so I grew up thinking all the women are beautiful like her.

One day, as I went home from highschool, only Victoria was here.

" Good afternoon, how was school ?" she greeted me. I happily answered, appreciating to see her.

"Tell me, how do you feel about the way we live ? I mean, does the lack of women bother you ?" she bluntly asked.

I felt I could be honest with her and said "Well, I have to say I think the strict rule about the women I am allowed to see is absurd and it sometimes makes me ache to see one "

Victoria smiled kindly at me " Despite seeing a woman the same age as you, I could still allow you to see how a woman body looks."

She then started to walk towards my chamber.