Me and Martha Jane by SJR
I don’t remember exactly when I first read Me and Martha Jane.
Some late weeknight or early weekend morning, when I was looking for some quick sexual stimulation. A sexy story about taboos can certainly get my motor running, and words can be more powerful than pictures of course. The story is very unique in that it tells of an underage relationship between a young boy and his teenage babysitter, and their relationship through the years of his adolescence. Very unique.
My memory is that I went back a few times, getting more and more enticed by the sex, breezing through the story. But as I read, I noticed a heaviness that would invade my consciousness. A level of oppression that exists in this story, permeating each sentence and every personal thought of the author. So, one day I decided to read it.
Really read it.
The author very accuractely captures the well-meaning heaviness that is family. The subtle dominance of religion in certain communities. The general feeling of being young, capturing both the freedom of having all roads open to you, and the sensation of life where adults don’t understand you at all. And more important it captures the feeling of love. Love when you were a youngster and it had never betrayed you. Love when you were a teenager and it was very confusing and you were naiive. Love when you were on the verge of becoming an adult, and learning that unfortunately, it isn’t all that there is.
That makes it good, but here’s what makes it great. The last chapter of the book. What happens in the book after the sex is over.
This day I read this, I remember much better. Not the date per say. I remember the building I was sitting in. I was avoiding work, and had decided to put Me and Martha Jane into a single document so I could read it easily. I read each chapter as I pasted it into the document.
I got turned on, of course, but I kept on reading, wanting to know what happened between the two characters and what was left unspoken between them for half of the book.
I read the last chapter, and my eyes started to well up. I was crying. Happy crying, sad crying. Crying for love. Crying for bitterness. Crying for the broken hearted. Crying for something that will never be. Just crying. Old Yeller getting killed crying.
It is the ONLY story that has made me cream my pants from sexiness and CRY my eyes out from emotion.
I recommend this story whole-heartedly. Even if you don’t like reading about sex between minors, I recommend it. Because the author deals with the emotions of being sexual at a young age in a way I have never read anywhere else.
It is the mark that I hope to aspire to one day. And maybe one day I will reach it.
Love to all,
(The following is the eact text taken from the introduction from S.J.R in 1999 when it was edited and reposted to the web. I have only formatted the text so it would appear better on WordPress. )
**** WARNING **** WARNING **** WARNING ****
THIS DOCUMENT IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC STORY ABOUT AN INTENSE SEXUAL, EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN A TEENAGE GIRL AND A YOUNG BOY AND THE COURSE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP OVER A PERIOD OF 10 YEARS. IT IS A DRAMATIZATION ABOUT REAL PEOPLE AND THEIR CONFLICT WITH SOCIAL EXPECTATIONS. IF THIS SUBJECTS OFFENDS YOU OR IF SEXUAL LANGUAGE UPSETS YOU, OR IF YOU DON’T WANT THIS MATERIAL SEEN BY UNDER-18 OR OTHERWISE UNQUALIFIED PERSONS, DELETE THIS DOCUMENT.
THIS DOCUMENT IS COPYRIGHTED 1994, 1999 BY SJR. SO–HEY, YOU CAN COPY IT BUT YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT OR SELL IT UNLESS I SAY SO.
THE ADVENTURES OF ME AND MARTHA JANE
The first version of this story, posted in 1995, was half the size of the current version. Many readers of the first version email’d me and wanted “more detail.” The reader is warned that more detail has been added to the new version, but those details make for a slower- moving and much longer tale. For example, in the original version there was a two-week sequence of events in the last half of the story; this time period made for a more suspenseful plot device. But in actuality the period was two months long, not two weeks. This version is more historically accurate.
Nevertheless, it’s impossible to accurately reenact everything. Much of it is boring and inconsequential. As before, names are changed, many real-life characters are combined into a single figure in the story, and many events are combined. And there are the damn typo’s, which never go away. Stop complaining. Life itself is a typo. One can stand only so much reality.
– S J R
P.S. Anyone interested in establishing a site for sharing similar experiences should contact me at san…@worldnet.att.net — no violence, humilation, or any of that crap, please. We have plenty of that in this newsgroup. Anyone who could offer ideas about locating Martha Jane is also welcome. She has to be out there somewhere.
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