QUOTE (hermit @ Mar 15 2008, 12:32 PM)

Then just close this thread.
The following excerpts are from the second book I randomly pulled from an American public high school 9th grade summer reading list, deemed appropriate for 14 years olds.
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Matt slowly shook his head and wagged his finger at her. "You're flirting with me and that's very dangerous because, as you may have noticed, we're alone and my self-control is reaching an all-time low."
"Mmmmm," Lizabeth said, smiling, feeling outrageously bold. She wore no underwear, and the borrowed sweats were softly abrasive against her skin. It was a new sensation. Sexy, she thought. Just right for sprawling on Matt's bed. She realized she wanted to make love with him and acknowledged that she'd come a long way in a very short time. She wasn't nervous, or embarrassed, or afraid. For the first time in her life she was deliciously aroused, and she thought it convenient that his self-control was reaching its all-time low just when her own sexuality was beginning to bloom. She watched him crawl across the bed and straddle her, and she willed herself to relax. She knew things would be different with Matt. He knew when to give and when to take, and he honestly enjoyed both.
He kissed her tenderly, fully intending to be a slow, sensitive lover. The kiss deepened. Tongue slid over tongue and hunger took over. In an instant his hands were under her shirt, covering her breasts, gently squeezing, his thumbs teasing across rigid nipples. He put his mouth to her heated skin, trailing kisses from her breasts to below the waistband of the sweatpants. Too fast, he thought, but he couldn't stop. He had to see her. All of her. He had to taste all of her. Clothes were stripped away and he kissed her again. Lower this time. Lord, how he wanted her. The wanting pounded in his groin, and his blood boiled with it. His kisses grew rough. His mouth was relentless as she arched her back and moaned for more. He felt her shudder and cry out and then he was inside her, driven by a need almost frightening in its intensity. Afterward he held her close, afraid to move from her, afraid he'd been all muscle and blind passion and no brain.
Her first thought, when she was finally capable of thought, was that she no longer gave a damn about being a fairy. She'd just been to the top and anything else, fairy wings included, would be cold potatoes. Her second thought was that she loved Matt Hallahan beyond reason. She loved him when he was gentle and when he was fierce, and she loved him most of all when he was naked. He was magnificent when he was naked.
Matt buried his face in her hair, "Liz, I think I got carried away..."
"Mmmmm," Lizabeth said, her voice muffled as she snuggled closer.
"Was it awful?"
"Awful?" She pushed back enough to look at him. "Awful?" She saw he was serious, and his fear prompted a smile.
It was the most radiant smile ever. Filled with love and pride and supreme satisfaction. It was the smile he'd promised himself the first time he saw her. "Hmmm," he said. "So I guess it wasn't awful."
Her smile grew sly and she dallied with a moist curl, wondering how it could be so dark, almost black, when the rest of his hair was so blond. "It was passable," she said.
"You think it could get better if we practiced?"
Lizabeth didn't think she could live through it if it got any better. "Probably it would take a lot of practice," she said, letting a fingertip wander lower, provoking a sharp intake of breath.
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He pressed himself hard against her hip and groaned. "Is this a dream?" Then he answered himself. "No. Dreams don't perspire." He kissed her shoulder and moved his hand down her rib cage, across her belly, and lower.
A minute ago she didn't think she could get any warmer, but she'd been wrong! Liquid fire roiled through her with each stroke of his thumb. She swore at him for waking her up with his overheated body, and she swore at him for having such clever fingers.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
Yes, she liked it. She liked the way he took possession of her, and she liked her newfound capacity for passion. She gloried in her own sensuality, clenching her teeth and grabbing handfuls of the sheet as desire surged so strong under his hand it became almost unbearable. He slid between her legs and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and hard. Love and passion. He continued to kiss her while he entered. He knew his way now. He knew the rhythm she liked. Knew how to drive her wild. And he knew how to satisfy her. There was a moment when time stood still, when they hovered at the brink, staring into each other's eyes. It was only a moment, and then they skittered off into the dark, pulsating void of sexual release.
They clung to each other for a long time afterward, too sated, too exhausted to care about damp sheets and record-breaking temperatures. A stone flicked at the window, but they didn't hear it over their own heartbeats. Another stone hit, and Lizabeth opened her eyes.
Given that this has the American 9th grader seal of approval I suppose we can use it as a guideline.
Most prominent is the lack of the words penis and vagina, or even euphemisms for the same, though it certainly describes sexual penetration. The lack of clinical terms or equivalent euphemisms is interesting and it could, perhaps, be the necessary component to maintain supposed appropriateness.
Though this is a bit odd when juxtoposed with the clinical nature of ninth grade health and sexual education textbooks.