Honor Levy’s MY FIRST BOOK: A Nude Teen "Internet Girl" Wins The Omegle Game

Per Penguin Random House, Honor Levy’s My First Book was: “A Most Anticipated Book of 2024 by Good Morning America, W, Nylon, SheReads, and LitHub”. Here’s the publisher’s synopsis:

Walking the wire between imagination and confession, My First Book marks the arrival of an electric new talent. Honor Levy’s uniquely riveting voice emerges from the chaos of coming of age in Generation Z. Never far from a digital interface, her characters grapple with formative political, existential, and romantic experiences in a web-drenched society on the brink of collapse.

Inventive, ambitious, and frequently surreal, the stories of My First Book are a mirrorball onto the world as it is. Levy illuminates what it is to be at once adorable, special, heavily medicated, consistently panicked, and completely sincere. [...] 

Speaking of “walking the wire between imagination and confession”, Levy’s “Internet Girl” opens with the 11-year-old narrator alone in her bedroom “on a safari on the internet”. She described herself as “little” but “hungry” and “free” yet “empty”; thus, she breaks past the MacBook’s “parental controls”.  

I’m eleven. I’m on Safari on a safari on the internet after school in my bedroom on my computer, my 2006 Apple MacBook Intel Core Duo 2.0 White 2 Ghz/2GB Memory Laptop Computer. I’m alone. I get past the parental controls. I am so hungry to know what’s out there. It’s 2008 and I am so little and so free and so empty and there are 186,727,854 websites on the internet.

Suddenly, she’s viewing porn - the “Two Girls and One Cup” video, then she’s smiling into a webcam at: “a man and a boy and a love and a stranger”, and she browses to Deviant Art where she learns about sex. 

The pre-teen narrator shared:

In Shadow Kiss, the third installment of the Vampire Academy series, the protagonist, [≈17-year-old] Lissa Dragomir, breaks all the rules and ends up naked in bed with the gorgeous [≈24-year-old] Dimitri Belikov. I wonder what exactly it is that they do in bed. I wonder when it will happen to me. When I have a question I Google it.

Consequently, among other inquiries, she Googled: “How many calories in cum?” And another consequence of reading vampire books is that she wanted to be “wanted” and “BE BEST”. 

Subsequently, after middle school and alone, she safaried to, what could only be, Omegle, a website that allowed users to video chat, without registering, with randomly chosen strangers. 

I’m chatting with strangers, random strangers, bad scary men in the blue light. But I’m not afraid because they are in their blue light and I am in mine. It’s after school and I’m alone. I give them my age, sex, location. They give me theirs. 

After exchanging pleasantries, she volunteered to play the [Omegle] game, where a (pre-teen) contestant could earn points by being salacious. For example:

Level 1: Smile 

Level 2: Show Tongue 

Level 3: Suck a Finger 

Level 4: Show Panties 

Level 5: Take Top Off 

Level 6: Show Boobs 

Level 7: Take Off Panties 

Level 8: Insert 1 Finger 

Level 9: Insert More Fingers 

The narrator started playing by showing her tongue and ended the game, a winner, in the nude.

We play a game. It’s a game you may have played too. One point for showing my tongue. Another for showing my bare feet. Flash the camera for five points. Take off our shirts for more. Twirl around the room and so on and so on until I am naked and I have won. 

Like so many schoolgirls who have volunteered over the years to play The Omegle Game, the narrator knew that men found pleasure in seeing her nude body, and she found pleasure in winning - being the best. 

I do not feel dirty or guilty or embarrassed or cheated. I read the vampire books. I knew that the stranger found pleasure in seeing me naked. I played the dress-up games and the dress-down games. I was happy to be his paper doll. I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he understood that I found pleasure in winning, that I was the best. It was a fair trade, like Ritz for Oreos [...] like the time before parental controls for the time after.

Interestingly, The Paris Review referred to Levy as “the voice of a generation”. In the “Encounter” section of The Cut (May 3, 2024),  Brock Colyar shared: “I was sent an advance copy [of Levy’s My First Book] and found it often quite adept at capturing our generation [...]” And, as for Levy’s “Internet Girl”, NPR related: [In “Internet Girl”] Levy’s portrayal of her narrator’s interiority is both compellingly satirical and frighteningly plausible [...]”

Plausible is correct, as thousands of girls have won on Omegle. For example, David Alm related in The Big Feature on Mother Jones (November 4, 2022) that Alauna, an “olive-skinned” 12-year-old with “blond hair and blue eyes”, shared “dozens of images and a video [...] sometimes naked in provocative positions” “with up to 30 men, most of whom she’d met on a chat platform called Omegle.” After her phone was taken away: “Alauna was furious.” And, “She freaked out.” Consequently, Alauna snuck into her mother’s bedroom: “[...] found an old cell phone, and got back on Omegle.” 

Emma Cline's "Masterful" DADDY: Teen Selling Panties, Teen Nudes & Teen Sexting!

We know Emma Cline from our post on The Girls - Cline’s 2016 debut and instant bestseller, which is about 14-year-old Evie Boyd’s involvement with a cult. As part of Evie’s initiation into the cult, Russel, the cult’s (much older) leader, stroked himself until he came into Evie's young mouth:

"When he came, he gasped. The salt damp of semen in my mouth, the alarming swell [...] But maybe the strangest part - I liked it, too."

As for Cline’s Daddy, here’s Amazon’s synopsis: 

From the bestselling author of The Girls comes a “brilliant” (The New York Times) story collection exploring the dark corners of human experience.

For our purposes, we’ll recap Daddy’s “Los Angeles”, “Marion” and “A/S/L”. 

“Los Angeles”

In “Los Angeles”, Alice worked at a flagship store near the ocean that sold “[overpriced] cheap, slutty clothes”. Alice’s mandatory uniform was the brand’s clothes that were “a little too tight, a size too small”.

As for the store’s decor, large photographs of nubile nymphet graced the walls: 

“On every wall were blown-up photographs in grainy black-and-white of […] girls with knobby knees making eye contact with the camera, covering their small breasts with their hands. […] Alice supposed that was to make sex with them seem more likely.”

17-year-old Oona worked with Alice on Saturdays while during the week she went to a “[…] private school where she played lacrosse and took a class in Islamic art.”

The narrator described Oona as: “[…] easy and confident, already well versed in her own beauty.” Consequently, the men “loved” Oona, and unsurprisingly, “she didn’t mind the men”. 

Oona and Alice wanted to be actresses. And they had an “easy, [and] mild rapport”. Ergo, during a break over cigarettes, Oona shared with Alice that a customer, a man with black hair, informed Oona that he would give her $50 for her panties. 

Oona said, “More like, he said, ‘I’ll give you fifty bucks to go into the bathroom right now and take off your underwear and give them to me.’ ”

Alice was (initially) incredulous, but Oona, whose parents were attorneys, was “giddy”, she found the idea of selling her panties to men to be “hilarious”, and she encouraged Alice to look into the side hustle. 

“It’s hilarious,” Oona said, dreamily combing her long bangs out of her eyes with her fingers. “You should look online, it’s a whole thing.”

Predictably, Oona sold her panties (thong?) to the black haired man for $50, and she assumed that Alice had done or would have done the same. 

“Why?” Alice said.

Oona laughed. “Come on, you’ve done these things. You know.”

However, Alice had not done such a thing, and she asked Oona, “Aren’t you worried he might do something weird? Follow you home or something?” And what was teen Oona’s response? “Oh, please. I wish someone would stalk me.”

Unsurprisingly, after Alice’s mother stopped paying for Alice’s acting classes, Alice started selling panties to men as well.

“Marion”

In addition, to Cline's The Girls, we know Cline from our piece on The Paris Review’s Instagram post about “Marion”. In terms of “Marion”, it’s not uncommon, in both fiction and non-fiction, for teen teleiophiles to indulge in (teen) lipstick lesbianism, which is the case with the 11-year-old narrator and 13-year-old Marion. For example, four paragraphs into the short story we see the narrator “straddling” Marion and massaging her with oil. 

Marion lying on her stomach, her shirt pushed up, me straddling her and moving my hands across her back in firm circles, my palms slick and yellowed with oil. Marion had just turned thirteen. I was eleven.

On a road trip to Los Angeles, the nymphets sat in the “backseat, holding hands” with their “bare thighs sticking and skidding on the leather seats.”

And while Marion photographed the 11-year-old narrator, in the nude, Marion opined, “You look good,” and “You look young, really great”. That was before Marion touched the tip of the narrator’s nipple with the lens of the Kodamatic and consequently gasped, “It’s hard.”

Subsequently, the nymphets kissed, Marion told the narrator to pretend that Marion was Jack - Marion’s much older crush, and she encouraged the 11-year-old to look sexy.

She threw her arms around my neck, loose like a child, and kissed me with her eyes open. “It’s okay,” she said. “Pretend I’m Jack. Look sleepy. Look sexy. Try to look like I do.” We were breathing hard. 

Bobby, Marion’s father, gave Marion and the narrator goodnight kisses “square on the mouth”, and Marion’s other seventh-grade classmates were not allowed to visit Marion, because her father walked around naked in front of the schoolgirls, but let’s skip over Bobby to elaborate on Marion and Jack. 

Jack, like the narrator, was visiting Marion’s family on their ranch. Jack, with his “tanned skin”, stayed in the barn with his girlfriend. As an excuse to see Jack, Marion, while dressed seductively, moaned, “I need cigarettes.” 

Marion was wearing her shorts over her favorite bright orange bikini, nubby fabric stretched tight across her breasts, her shoulders shining from sunscreen.

Men stared at her when she wore that suit, and she liked it. 

Unsurprisingly, Jack was attracted to the allure of the two nymphets. For example, “When Jack first came for dinner at the ranch, he would follow Marion with his eyes when she got up from the table.” 

And while Jack rolled the cigarette for Marion, he glanced at the narrator whom related:

When he glanced at me, I turned and hunched my shoulders, trying to relieve the strain of my breasts against the borrowed [bikini] fabric. 

On a subsequent visit to Jack’s, Marion stole a pair of his girlfriend’s “black lace underwear” - with a “slit in the crotch”. Marion perused the Playboys, “This one’s real skinny, but her tits are big. Like me. Men love that.” And Jack told the nymphets about Roman Polanski, the then 44-year-old Academy Award nominated film director, and “THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL” whom he sodomized, which enthralled the nymphets. 

WE talked about that a lot, what the girl might have looked like, how Roman Polanski knew her, how it had happened. Did she have breasts? Did she have her period yet?”

Intriguingly, Cline wrote that the nymphets were jealous of the nymphet whom Polanski sodomized: 

“We were jealous, imagining a boyfriend who wanted you so bad he broke the law.” However, I wasn’t surprised, because per Hollywood Lolita, Polanski confided in his autobiography: “Many women seem irresistibly attracted by notoriety, and many – especially since the Los Angeles affair – are eager to meet me.”

Subsequently, the nymphets “spent more and more time at the barn” with Jack where “Marion leaned up against his desk [...]” and “[...] smiled at him with an intensity that made her look almost cruel.” And at the barn, Marion asked the narrator to watch Jack to see if he “liked her”. After that, the narrator noted when Jack looked at “Marion’s slim thighs in cutoffs.”

In addition to using cigarettes as an excuse to visit Jack, Marion volunteered to deliver messages from Jack’s girlfriend “[...] in the kitchen to Jack in the barn, or ice cream sandwiches in the peak hours of heat.”

Not only did Marion take nude pictures of the narrator, Marion had the narrator: “[...] take pictures of her naked body laid out on rocks [...] She tied a red ribbon around her throat like she had seen on one of the girls in Playboy.” 

Along with a twenty-dollar bill and a lock of her hair, Marion placed her nude Kodamatic photos in a box and tied the box with the red ribbon. Voilà, a gift for Jack! However, before giving Jack his gift, strategically, Marion suggested that the nymphets had done enough pulling and needed to push. 

Marion, “We’re staying away for a few days. You keep men on their toes. You make them miss you.”

Subsequently, the nymphets planned their return to the barn. The plan included what bras they would wear and what they would say. And to keep Jack close to her while they waited, Marion wrote: “[...] Jack’s name on her body, [and] on the bottoms of her feet, where the ink slid into the whorls.”

But before the girls could return to Jack’s, the nymphets had a spat, and Marion’s mother discovered Marion's photo with the “ribbon around her throat and her legs spread open.”

“A / S / L”

In “A / S / L”, the last time Thora had been in a chatroom was in “high school, [during] sleepovers where girls crowded around a desktop computer and wrote sickening things to men [i.e., sexting], all of it a joke, then furtively masturbated in their sleeping bags.” 

Years later, while her husband was at work, 35-year-old Thora was back in the chat. She used the username Thora18, but despite the 18, she pretended to be a blond and blue-eyed 16-year-old cheerleader. She chatted about how big her tits were and how short she wore her cheerleading skirt, but every time the enthralled men mentioned sex, Thora seductively typed hahahaha and asked What’s that. Thora “enjoyed the back-and-forth”, and the men did too. 

They were ecstatic, writing back instantly, the sudden use of exclamation points like cardiograms from their throbbing erections: I won’t tell babe don’t worry!!!!”

Initially, Thora was reluctant to post nudes, “but then she thought, why not?” 

She had an entire run of photos of herself on her phone now: bending over, the seat of her underwear pulled tightly across her ass, pictures of her face from the nose down, a nipple between her fingers.

“She had never been the focus of so much attention.” However, when she got bored of chatting with the same men, Thora signed in under James45 or DaddyXO, and while pretending to be a man, she exchanged pictures. Of her picture she excitedly typed: Such a whore and Little teen whore.

She had never been so excited: seeing herself as these men did, some unformed idiot who needed to be fucked. Her sheets smelled like sweat, all the curtains drawn. She didn’t eat for whole days.

Thora was absolutely consumed with pretending to be a nymphet and chatting about nymphets. It gave her life meaning. She even chatted while her husband slept. 

[...] truly, she would rather do this than anything else: run the usual errands that kept things in motion, see James, have dinner with him. It was like having a calling, finally, the way she had once imagined she might. A life organized around a higher goal.

While James slept, his back turned to her and the covers kicked off, she typed furtively on her phone to men who sent photos of dicks [...] sometimes overlarge penises with the porn watermark visible in the corner.

Wow, she always typed. I don’t know if it will fit.

We've written about nymphets lying to appear older, but this may be the first time we've written about the converse.

Lastly, per Random House Books, of Daddy, Esquire opined: “Daddy’s ten masterful, provocative stories confirm that Cline is a staggering talent.” And Entertainment Weekly named Daddy one of the ten best books of the year.

FIVE TUESDAYS IN WINTER's "Creature": Teen Age-Gap (Sexual) Affair Gone Awry

We came across Lily King's Five Tuesdays in Winter in Harper's Bazaar (November 2021). Five Tuesdays in Winter is a book of eleven stories, which raises the question: Why did Harper's Bazaar choose to profile "Creature"? And why was "Creature" the première story in the book? Could it be the allure of nymphets?

Here's the magazine's plot summary for "Creature" and a quote from the author:

[...] [Carol] a 14-year-old girl is hired as a live in helper for an elderly woman but becomes infatuated with [Hugh] the woman's married son [...] There's no question that my supreme interest is love-all kinds of love," King says, "and all the ways that it goes right and awry."

And that's exactly what happened in "Creature."  After Carol met Hugh, with his "watery green" eyes, she felt light, she was filled with excitement, and she had difficulty breathing:

“As I raced up the wide dark stairs, I felt light, my chest full of something new and exciting, a helium that lifted me from step to step and made breathing difficult but somehow unnecessary.”

Subsequently, Carol waited for Hugh, observed him closely, and "greedily" breathed is his scent: 

“I waited for him to come downstairs before we left the house.”

“His green bathing suit clung to his bum and I could see its exact shape, two bony teardrops. He gave it a little wiggle then, as if he knew someone was watching.”

“I could smell Hugh. I knew the scent by then. It was sharp and unclean, even after a swim, and I knew I wouldn’t like it anywhere else but coming up from his long taut body. I breathed it in greedily.”

Not only did 14-year-old Carol know that Hugh was married to Raven - a blond, but Carol wanted to hear how Hugh spoke to his wife: “I wanted to hear how he spoke to Raven.”

In Carol's notebook, under a copy of Jane Eyre, which is about an age-gap affair between ≈ 19-year-old Jane Eyre and ≈ 40-year-old Mr. Edward Rochester, were pictures drawn of Hugh, poems written about Hugh, and entries such as:

“At the pool he lies on his back on the concrete with his arms spread like Christ on the cross and I want to ravish him.”

Carol even put herself to sleep with thoughts of Hugh:

“I smelled him and remembered how I’d put myself to sleep the night before with a story about him taking me out into the woods where there was this old tennis court no one used anymore and him teaching me to play and afterward kissing me, a tender, delicate kiss [...]”

After Carol learned that she had Hugh's full attention, he informed her that he and his mother were of the opinion that Carol was a (teen) seductress. 

“I understood that I had his full attention now. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. I’d never had any boy’s attention before as far as I knew.”

“You are trouble. I, like my mother, think you are trying to seduce me.”

In the end, after reading Carol's notebook, Hugh made an age-gap relationship faux pas by not letting Carol set the pace of the relationship. Unable to resist the allure of a nymphet, Hugh cornered Carol in the bathroom, he kneaded her young right fountain, and he penetrated her (with a digit). Consequently, Carol fled, and like most victims of abuse, she didn't share what happened. 

Anaïs Nin's LITTLE BIRDS: Highbrow Schoolgirl & Teen Erotica

Here's Amazon's description of Anaïs Nin's Little Birds:

From the beach towns of Normandy to the streets of New Orleans, these thirteen vignettes introduce us to a covetous French painter, a sleepless wanderer of the night, a guitar-playing gypsy, and a host of others who yearn for and dive into the turbulent depths of romantic experience.

Little Birds is not only the title of the book, but "Little Birds" is the title of the first erotic story where Manuel, a poor artist and exhibitionist, used little birds to attract schoolgirls to his apartment. 

Manuel and Thérèse, his trapeze artist wife, found an apartment with light for painting and with a terrace that was across the street from a school. Coincidentally, the schoolgirls had recess in the yard below Manuel's terrace. Consequently: 

"He was taken with a slight trembling, like that of a man anticipating great pleasures."

"He looked down for a moment at the little girls playing, watching their legs under the fluttering skirts. How they fell upon each other in games, how their hair flew behind as they ran! Their tiny breasts were already beginning to show in their very plumpness."

"The schoolyard was animated. To Manuel it was an orgy of legs and very short skirts, which revealed white panties during games. He was growing feverish, standing there among his birds [...]"

To attract the nymphets, Manuel filled the terrace with "birds of every kind and called, "Why don't you come up and see?"

"[F]our little girls of all sizes-one with long blond hair [...]" accepted Manuel's invitation. And while the schoolgirls were admiring the birds, Manuel went to "pee". 

"He left the door of the toilet open so that they could see him. Only one of them, the shy one, turned her face and fixed her eyes on him. Manuel had his back to the girls but looked over his shoulder too see if they were watching him. When he noticed the shy girl, with the enormous eyes, she glanced away."

On the subsequent, and presumably last, visit of the schoolgirls, Manuel donned a kimono.

"Manuel stood behind the girls. Suddenly his kimono opened, and when he found himself touching long blond hair, he lost his head. Instead of wrapping his kimono, he opened it wider, and as the girls turned they all saw him standing there in a trance, his big penis erect, pointing at them. They all took fright, like little birds, and ran away."

"Runaway", the last story in Little Birds, is very similar to Henry Miller's In Quiet Days in Clichy, where Joey and Carl, both writers, shared an apartment Clichy, France. Carl brought home Colette, a fifteen-year-old runaway:

Carl said, "[...] I brought a girl home with me --- a waif. She can't be more than fourteen. I just gave her a lay. Did you hear me? I hope I didn't knock her up. She's a virgin."

And a number of the other erotic stories in Little Birds is peppered with nympholopsy. For example, in "Two Sisters", Dorothy and Edna were from a well-to-do family in Maryland: 

"[...] their father, with his eyes wet and brilliant, liked to take the girls on his knees, slip his hand under their little dresses and caress them."

In "A [16-year-old] Model", a nude model shared that she gets shivers when men look at her:

"I love it. Ever since I was a little girl I liked taking off my clothes. I liked to see how people looked at me. I used to take off my clothes at parties, as soon as people were a little drunk. I liked showing my body. Now I can't wait to take them off. I enjoy being looked at. It gives me pleasure. I get shivers of pleasure right down my back when men look at me."

And in "Saffron", the reader is introduced to Fay:

"Fay had been born in New Orleans. When she was sixteen she was courted by a man of forty whom she had always liked for his aristocracy and distinction." 

Of Anaïs Nin, Newsweek opined: "One of contemporary literature's most important writers."

Edgar Allan Poe's "The Oval Portrait": An Enthralling Young Bride

Chelsea Hodson made a reference to Jean-Luc Godard's Vivre Sa Vie (1962) in Tonight I'm Someone. And Godard made a reference to Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Oval Portrait". 

Here's the Wikipedia plot summary:

The tale begins with an injured narrator [...] seeking refuge in an abandoned mansion in the Apennines. The narrator spends their time admiring the paintings that decorate the strangely shaped room and perusing a volume, found upon a pillow, that describes them.

Upon moving the candle closer to the book, the narrator immediately discovers a before-unnoticed painting depicting the head and shoulders of a young girl. The picture inexplicably enthralls the narrator "for an hour perhaps" [...] The narrator eagerly consults the book for an explanation of the picture [...]

The book describes a tragic story involving a young maiden of "the rarest beauty". She loved and wedded an eccentric painter who cared more about his work than anything else in the world, including his wife.

The painter eventually asked his wife to sit for him, and she obediently consented, sitting "meekly for many weeks" in his turret chamber.

The painter worked so diligently at his task that he did not recognize his wife's fading health, as she, being a loving wife, continually "smiled on and still on, uncomplainingly".

As the painter neared the end of his work, he let no one enter the turret chamber and rarely took his eyes off the canvas, even to watch his wife.

After "many weeks had passed," he finally finished his work. As he looked on the completed image, however, he felt appalled, as he exclaimed, "This is indeed Life itself!" Thereafter, he turned suddenly to regard his bride and discovered [...]

And here's a link to the short story.

THE PARIS REVIEW: Teleiophile "Marion", Matalon's Photos & Nude Teen Lipstick Lesbians

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Emma Cline's "Marion" was shockingly chosen by The Paris Review for their first collaboration with @topstories and photographer Molly Matalon who "created a suite of images evoking the mood of Emma Cline's 2013 short story, "Marion", a coming-of-age tale of a girl in California."

In "Marion", the 11-year-old narrator visited 13-year-old Marion on her California ranch in a house with "delicate Victorian detailing" where Bobby, Mario's father, kissed the nymphets "good night square on the mouth."

Marion liked to smoke hand-rolled cigarettes, wear bikini tops, and tease men:

"Marion was wearing her shorts over her favorite bright orange bikini, nubby fabric stretched tight across her breasts, her shoulders shining from sunscreen [...] Marion knew she was something pretty in that suit. Men stared at her, and she liked it. When Jack [Marion's father's friend] first came for dinner at the ranch, he would follow Marion with his eyes when she got up from the table. That day, when Jack watched Marion in the barn as he rolled a cigarette for her, I felt a flint of heat in my insides."

The girls were scandalously jealous of 13-year-old Samantha Geimer, who was drugged, raped, and sodomized by Roman Polanski. 

"A thirteen-year-old girl. We talked about that a lot, what the girl might have looked like, how Roman Polanski knew her, how it had happened. Did she have breasts? Did she have her period yet? We were jealous, imagining a boyfriend who wanted you so bad he broke the law."

Marion wasn't sure if her father's friend liked her; so, some investigative work was done. 

"Marion had told me to watch him and tell her later if I thought he liked her [...] I took note when Jack looked at the door or at Marion’s slim thighs in cutoffs."

The story is set in the pre-smartphone era, but that didn't stop the nymphets from taking nude photos with a Kodamatic.

"Marion [...] took me up into the hills, where she stripped and had me take pictures of her naked body laid out on rocks. “You’ll be good at this, I know it,” she said. She tied a red ribbon around her throat like she had seen on one of the girls in Playboy."

Marion advised, "You keep men on their toes. You make them miss you," before she wrote "Jack's name on her body, on the bottoms of her feet, where the ink slid into the whorls. I saw it all when we changed for bed."

The nymphets returned to the hills for another round of nude pictures. This time the 11-year-old narrator, who looked "young, really great", posed before the girls shared a lipstick lesbian kiss.

“You look good,” Marion said, her face hidden by the camera. She was taking pictures from far away, squatting in the dirt. 

“You look young, really great.” 

Then she came close with the camera, so close she touched the lens to the tip of my nipple, then cackled and collapsed on the grass. 

“It’s hard,” she gasped. 

I started to step into my cutoffs, but Marion leapt up and came toward me. She threw her arms around my neck, loose like a child, and kissed me with her eyes open. “It’s okay,” she said. “Pretend I’m Jack. Look sleepy. Look sexy. Try to look like I do.” We were breathing hard.

Hebephilia, Ephebophilia and Age-Gap Relationships in THE STORIES OF VLADIMIR NABOKOV

I didn't include a number of Nabokov's short stories in my blog post and journal article on the hebephilia\ephebophilia found in Nabokov's writings. Here's a more complete list:

In “The Fight”, a writer sunbathing on a German beach is intrigued by Mr. Kraus. The writer discovers that Mr. Kraus owns a tavern where he is assisted by Emma - “a young girl in a checkered dress, fair-haired, with pointed pink elbows”. Emma’s lover is an electrician who has a “malevolent wrinkle beside his mouth”. The writer narrates that what he likes the most about Emma, with her “small birdlike face” and “vapid” and “tender eyes” is the way that she looks at her lover “as he lazily leaned on the bar.” After Emma’s father and her lover gets into a brawl, the writer couldn’t resist consoling the young girl by stroking and kissing her kitchen scented fair hair. Interestingly, “The Fight” was also published in The New Yorker on February 18, 1985.

In “A Nursery Tale”, on his ride to work, Erwin habitually gazes through the tram's window and picks girls for his imaginary harem. However, the young man gains the opportunity for his dreams to come true after he meets Frau Monde, a Devil, who promises Erwin that he can have all the girls he wants upon “cushions and rugs” in “a villa with a walled garden” but that it's “essential and final” that he selects an odd number of girls between noon to midnight. 

The next day Erwin starts collecting slave girls. Here's a partial list:

A maiden in a white dress with chestnut hair and palish lips who was playing with her “fat shaggy pup”

“[T]wo young ladies-sisters, or even twins [...] Both were small and slim [...] with saucy eyes and painted lips.” Erwin referred to the Twins as “Gay, painted, young things.”

A girl with gray eyes with a slight slant and a thin aquiline nose that wrinkled when she laughed

A girl at a small amusement park who wore a scarlet blouse with a bright-green skirt

Four girls inside the amusement park's arcade who wore jerseys and shorts with “magnificent legs, naked nearly up to the groin” 

“A child of fourteen or so in a low-cut black party dress .” She was walking with a tall elderly man who was a “famous poet, a senile swan, living all alone in a distant suburb”.

I won't reveal the identity of the last girl, but I will share her response to Erwin, which was, “You ought to be ashamed of yourself […] Leave me alone.” Her response was due to “that which changes a man's life (i.e., penis) with one divine stroke”.

When Nabokov translated Skazka before it was published in Playboy (1974) and Details of a Sunset (1976), he aggressively titled it “A Nursery Tale” and noted in Tyrants Destroyed and Other Stories that when he was translating the story he was “[...] eerily startled to meet a somewhat decrepit but unmistakable Humbert escorting his nymphet in the story I wrote almost half a century ago.”

In “Terror”, the poet’s mistress is described as a “naive little maiden” with “unassuming prettiness, gaiety, friendliness”. Their affair lasted almost three years until the poet departed by train only to have to return to her bedside and consequently save himself from “insanity.”

In “The Aurelian”, Paul Pilgram, a “flabby elderly man”, had a habit of ordering a drink and filling his pipe after entering the town’s “small bar”. And “[i]f the bartender’s daughter, a pretty freckled girl in a polka-dotted frock, happened to pass close enough, he had a go at her elusive hip, and, whether the slap succeeded or not, his gloomy expression never changed, although the veins on his temple grew purple.”

Early in “A Dashing Fellow” the protagonist asked, “What is better: the experience of a sexy thirty-year-old brunette, or the silly young bloom of a bright curled romp?” But by the end of the short story he exclaimed, “That old bitch. No, we like only small blonds - remember that once for all.” Nabokov wrote in A Russian Beauty and Other Stories that “A Dashing Fellow” was rejected by Rul’ (Berlin) and Poslednie Novosti (Paris) for being “improper and brutal” before it was published in Segodnya (Riga) and in the December 1971 issue of Playboy.

In “Lips to Lips”, Ilya Borisovich, a naive aspiring novelist, is writing a novel in which “elderly” Dolinin meets Irina,  “a girl in black” with a “supple young body”, at the theater. After the move to Dolinin’s flat, Irina exclaims, “Take me, take my purity, take my torment [...] because I love you.” “I suppose he’ll deflower her,” mused Euphratski “an émigré journalist”. One of the many issues with Ilya’s novel is that he too frequently uses the adjective ‘“young’ (feminine gender), replacing it here and there by ‘youthful’”.

In “Music”, Victor notices his estranged wife in the audience at the music hall. He reminisced about the time they were “talking about some trifle” when she interjected, “‘Let’s separate for a while. We can’t go on like this.’ The neighbors’ little daughter burst into the room to show her kitten (the sole survivor of a litter that had been drowned.)” Victor’s wife confessed that “The first time [that she had cheated on him] had been in the park, then at his place.” (italics mine). (I was ripped about adding “Music”, but my gut tells me that “kitten” is a Nabokovian sexual innuendo\pun.)

An excerpt from “Perfection” reads “During those first warm days everything seemed beautiful and touching: the leggy little girls playing hopscotch on the sidewalk, the old men on the benches, the green confetti that sumptuous lindens scattered every time the air stretched its invisible limbs.” The old men on the benches reminded me of the protagonist in The Enchanter who “[...] seated himself on a bench in a city park” before he spotted his nymphet.

Count Konstantin Godunov-Cherdyntsev of “The Circle” “was spending the summer at Leshino, his estate in the Government of St. Petersburg, with his young wife (at forty he was twice as old as she).”

In "Solus Rex” “Prince Fig enjoyed a kind of smutty popularity [...] The more lewdly Fig romped, the louder folks guffawed [...] A characteristic detail: one day when the prince, passing on horseback, a cigar between his teeth, through a backwoodsy hamlet, noticed a comely little girl to whom he offered a ride, and notwithstanding her parents’ horror [...] swept her away [...] the child returned after an hour’s absence, holding a hundred-krun note in one hand, and, in the other, a fledgling that had fallen out of its nest in a desolate grove where she had picked it up on her way back to the village.”

Lastly, the poet of “THAT IN ALLEPO ONCE…” had a “much younger” wife but “[...] not as much younger as was Nathalie of the lovely bare shoulders and long earrings in relation to swarthy Pushkin.” After he “held her slender young hips (she was combing her soft hair and tossing her head back with every stroke)” she informed him, “I’ve been lying to you, dear [...] Ya Igunia. I stayed for several nights in Montpellier with a brute of a man I met on the train. I did not want it at all. He sold hair lotions.”

Reportedly,  Natalia Goncharova was sixteen-years-old when she first met Pushkin before they married in 1836. I don’t have a reputable source for this claim; however, Gerschenkron related in “A Manufactured Monument?”, his review of Nabokov’s Eugene Onegin, A Novel in Verse, that Nabokov “goes to a considerable length to discuss the - possibly divided - ownership in real life of a pair of lovely feet whose beauty Pushkin sings in what Nabokov calls “Pedal Digression” (I, 24)” Gerschenkron states that the possible owner of the “lovely feet” was Maria Raevskii who would have been “only thirteen-and-a-half years old (II, 119)”. (And in a footnote, Gerschenkron intriguingly shared that in the Ukraine Pushkin “flirted with the twelve-year-old daughter of his mistress Davydova, and in Bessarabia with the thirteen-year-old daughter of a Moldavian noble.”)

“THAT IN ALLEPO ONCE…” is a line from Shakespeare’s Othello, which  is about an age-discrepant marriage between Othello, a North African general of the armies of Venice, and Desdemona, the "exquisitely beautiful" young daughter of Brabantio, a Venetian senator. Shakespeare doesn't give the exact ages of Othello and Desdemona, but Othello is described by Iago, the villain of the play, as an "...old black ram..." while Desdemona is described as a “young virgin” - a "little white lamb [with] beautiful skin, whiter than snow and smooth as the finest marble."