Freddie was the first woman I ever saw naked.
Of course I’d seen pictures of naked women in magazines. I’d seen movies with nude scenes. I’d watched porn, like very boy does.
But she was the first woman I really saw naked.
She’d been in life since I was a kid. Her son had met and married my mother when I was just a toddler. She wasn’t old enough to be a grandmother. She was only in her mid-thirties, despite having a grown son. But she was like a grandmother to me. She played a huge role in my upbringing. And I only saw her in a maternal way for most of my life. But in only a few weeks, everything changed.
Freddie was a work out freak. She was at least 15 years older than my mother. And she worked twice as hard. Yoga was her big thing. As long as I can remember she had been laying her mat in front of a big screen and spending an hour going through an intense workout. I’d seen it a hundred times. Maybe even a thousand. So I don’t know why that one day made such an impression. Maybe it was just that I’d become obsessed with sex. And I was getting scared that it was never going to happen for me. I’d had brief relationships with girls, but I never got past second base.