A strange little novel about a young girl seduced into kinky stuff with the man she babysits for, and then her father finds out…
Archive for underage sex
I’ve had this one on the shelf since doing my interview with Earl Kemp for Sin-a-Rama in summer 2004, a strange hot summer where I was going through a transition in my life (breaking up with my live-in girlfriend to be with another woman) and beginning another round of obsession for vintage sleaze.
D. Barry Linder was one of Linda DuBreuil’s many pen names, this one for Greenleaf Classics. Earl Kemp calls her “the queen of porn” in those days.
She was a real doll…the pornography grandmother…wise beyond her years and younger than springtime. She had curly hair and was rather small and built around a tightly wound, tiny skeleton. She was one of those amorphous types who could be 30 as easily as she could be 60, but was really somewhere in between.
Linda lived in Zapopan, a suburb of Guadalajara that was directly opposite all the way across town from Ajijic, the Guadalajara suburb where I lived. Fortunately there was a long, wide-sweeping bypass highway known as the Periferrico for people who had rather not do all that city driving. In those days in the absolutely free and uninhibited ‘sixties, it was quite a pleasant drive through the countryside just getting to her house.
The wayward girl in this novel outdoes the sexuality of the lass in Orrie Hitt’s Wayward Girl. Mainly because this is a 1972 book where such explicit fiction no longer landed the publisher and writer in jail; and these books were written with a downscale market in mind.
Since Terry Southern’s Candy, the adventures of a newly sexually active girl were rope for plotlines. In the case of this novel, the heroine of the story is 13-year-old Maxine, a seventh-grader in junior high who feels cursed by her large breasts, the breasts of an 19-year-old. he books opens with her trying out for the lead part in a school play — the character is 13 and while Maxine is that age, the drama teacher awkwardly tells Maxine that she looks “too mature” for the part. Maxine knows what the teacher means.
Boys and men notice her in public, thinks she’s older, compliment her “rack.” She feels like a “freak” and wishes she had small breasts like her friend.
One day a man around 25 — ancient, she thinks — talks her into his car on a pretense of finding and address. He tells her she’s a hot “groovy chick” and talks her into taking some drugs and, drugged, Maxine allows herself to be deflowered in the man’s car. She fights, some, but is also excited and curious. It’s a strange experience for her, and she does not know if she liked or hated it.
The next is a 9th grader on a motorbike, and this time it isn’t so bad and she likes it…and so begins her adventures in sex, as she goes from man to boy to men of various ages. All the time, she confides to her best friend, Trudy, a girl with tiny boobs, who has nothing good to say about men and boys.
Later, near the end, Trudy informs Maxine that she’s been in love with the big-breasted girl all along, and hen Maxine, at her tender age, and after many empty sex encounters, find tenderness and love in the lesbian arms of Trudy…
While no gem, The Wayward Teenager isn’t as bad as some of the crap published in the 1970s. It is readable, but also serves as a good example of how sleaze lit changed as the court cases and U.S. culture and society’s attitude toward what was obscene in writing changed.
Dank Blue/Illicit Library published a lot of down market titles for the adult bookshops with cheesy b&w illustrated covers, often dealing in “risky” and “taboo” subject matter. We will be looking at some others in the future.
A horrible photo cover from Midwood, but a great gem of a little novel tucked away in the bad packaging, akin to Max Collier’s The Mark of a Man.
The sexuality of young girls with older men is a strong staple in erotic fiction, especially after the court case with Lolita, which was quite tame and more suggestion than actuality. In the 50s-60s sleaze books, the youngest female characters got were 17, though sometimes — such as Don Elliott’s/Silverberg’s Sexteen — they were 16. In the 1970s, however, with publishers like London Fog and Surree House got into downright pedophilia.
The young girl in Diane, named Diane, is a precocious fifteen-year-old sex kitten that the protagonist, Adam Behr, meets in a bar while his wife is away on vacation. Since the girl is in a bar and the bartender knows her, he assumes she’s at least 21, though a but young-looking. After some beers and talk, they leave and have sex twice, and later he goes to see her at her house and her mother catches them, informing him that he’s a dirty old man with jailbait.
Adam is stymied.
Then the mother tries to blackmail him, he says forget it, and she calls the cops. He’s arrested, arraigned, gets bail, gets a lawyer, and waits for his wife to come home.
Meanwhile, despite the statutory rape charge, Adam’s street cred is boosted. He’s a quiet office manager at a paper distributor (The Office?) in Los Angeles and his make co-workers see him in a new light, as do the women…and women find him more sexually interesting — he winds up getting laid out of it, though he may go to jail for one-to-three years for catching some underage action.
Seems Diane has quite a few former lovers and lover, older men and boys alike. And her mother was investigated for child abandonment. Diane’s mother is a drunken floozy who goes from one man to another, and sometimes Diane sleeps with her boyfriends. How long the girl has been doing this is unknown.
But Diane says she is in love with Adam — she says no man has ever “turned her on” the way he does. He finds her giving and better in bed than his wife — which he tells his wife when she kicks him out.
He gets a new apartment and nextdoor is a sexy school teacher and they get to know each other…
Throughout the ordeal and shake-up of his life, Adam takes a sarcastic attitude, as if he were living in absurdism…and a way he is, and finds he needed this disruption of his life and to get out of a marriage that was dull and a job that was killing his soul.
Diane frees him, and he owes her, and even goes back to her for more sex and innocent comfort.
The writing is excellent and the ending sardonic. Again, a literary novel packaged as sleaze.
This one gets an A-minus and a high recommendation.