Chapter Four
“Got a date tonight?” Helen asked me as we walked out to the parking lot after another day in the secretarial pool.
“Yeah, I’m going bowling with Harry,” I told her.
“Harry? That creep? Jeez, what a washout he was when he took me out!”
“Oh, you’ve been out with him, huh? What was he like?”
“He’s all right, I guess, except that he’s not much good for anything except bowling and dancing,” Helen said. “When it comes to loving, he just can’t get up to the mark. Of course, with you he might be different, but that’s the way I found him.”
“What was the problem?” I asked.
“Helen’s one of my best friends and usually we just let it hang out all the way together; we don’t hold anything back. I’ve found that’s the best way to be when it’s just girls together, especially when the subject is guys. You can find out a lot that you need to know from other girls, and sometimes they can save you a lot of grief. Helen’s a big, busty blonde and she really gives all the guys a workout. I guess she’s’ dated just about every one of the, salesmen that work through our pool and some of the big shot executives too. She’s modern enough to know that they aren’t taking her out because of her fine mind or anything like that and I think she sort of enjoys getting a lot of attention from guys-especially the kind of attention that ends up with her getting in bed with them! “He’s just a shrimp,” she told me. “I mean, like hardly anything at all!”
“You mean between his legs?” I asked.
“Where else? Oh, he’s hip enough,” she said. “You know, about going down on a girl and all that, but he just doesn’t have the site I like in a guy.” ‘Hey, you know something?” I said, looking at her with surprise. “I never thought about that. It really makes a difference, doesn’t it? I mean, how big a guy is down there?” ‘Honey, it makes all the difference in the world,” she said, giving me that woman-to-woman look that told me she was really leveling with me. “A little guy, he’s all right, I guess, till you’ve had a real man in that little hole.
Then you really start to see what it’s all about!”
“Now you might think I’m putting you on, but when Helen and I had that little talk I really didn’t know it made that much 6f a difference. Of course, up until that time I hadn’t really had much experience with any guy that was very big down there. I was nineteen — then, fresh out of business school and I’ll admit that I had a lot to learn about things. I sure wasn’t any virgin. I’d let a guy stick it to me when I was sixteen, and since that time I’d gotten serious with seven or eight guys, I suppose. But it didn’t last long with any of them.
I knew now that they didn’t get really worked up about me because I didn’t know how to do it; and I never got much fun out of it.
“The evening with Harry turned out to be one of the most educational events of my entire life. Not because Harry showed me anything. He was just about the way. Helen said he was. But that was the first time that I ever really paid much attention to a guy, or to what I was doing with him. Later that night, after we’d left Harry’s place and he’d dropped me off at my efficiency, I started thinking about what all we’d done and I realized that Helen was right: he didn’t have much between his legs! I didn’t get out a tape and measure him or anything like that but when I was jacking him off, trying to get him bard enough for fucking, I took a good close look at what I bad in my band. I tiled to guess about how much of it was sticking out of my palm and later, when I was back at my’ place, I did a little measuring.
“The way I figured it, Harry had about five and a’ half or maybe six inches of prick. Now I knew damned well, from listening to girls at the office, that this wasn’t a whole lot. I didn’t know what was big, though, and I put it to Helen the first chance I got.
“How big is big?” I asked her. "I mean, when you’re talking about a guy’s cock?
How big do they get?”
“Ah, you noticed what I was talking about!” she said triumphantly, ‘a big smile on her face.
“Helen told me a lot about guys and how they can differ so much. Like, maybe one guy won’t be very long but he’ll have a real thick one and then another guy might be really long, maybe eight or nine inches, but he wouldn’t be any bigger around than Harry’s is.
“The real studs, though, are the ones that have it both long and thick,” she told me, and you could tell from the look in her eyes that she really liked that kind the best. “A guy like that, you can really tell it when ho starts putting the meat to you!”
“Doesn’t it hurt, having a guy that big?” I asked. “I mean, that would be almost twice as long as Harry’s prick and.a ‘lot bigger around. What would happen if he drew back and really shoved it all in you at once?”
“Geraldine, honey, it’s just the greatest feeling in the world,” she told me.
“Oh, it might hurt a. little, especially if he puts it in you a little too soon, before you’re really warmed up and ready to take it, but believe me, it’s the kind of hurt a girl can ‘really learn to love!”
“I was just aching to ask her which one of the guys at the office’ had the biggest prick; but I was ashamed to let her’ know how much I wanted to try it out. I just said something about like you’d expect me to say. “I’ll have Jo think about it,” or something dippy like that-and started talking about something else.
“Besides, I didn’t want to mention it but I had a pretty good idea of where I could find ‘a guy that just might fit the requirements. See, I happen to live in a kind of ratty neighborhood and there’s this one guy who hangs around there that drives this great, huge motorcycle. He’s not a real Hell’s Angel, or anything bad like that, I don’t think, but he’s a little flashier than most of the guys I know.
“He’d let me know several times that he was interested, and when I got to thinking about it, it seemed that I could remember seeing a really big lump in the front of his jeans. You know, about where his prick would be. And that got me started to thinking that he might have a really big one. I won’t say that I went right out with the idea of making it with this guy but on the other hand, I did keep my eyes open! “Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I ran into this guy and he was just as brassy as ever. He was lounging against his cycle when I walked by. He made some kind of wisecrack and instead of ignoring him, like I usually did, I stopped and answered him. Well, one thing led to another and the way it came out was, I agreed to go riding with him the next day which was Saturday.
“Saturday rolled around and I went out to the filling station where he’d asked me to meet him. I was wearing a pair of jeans. When he came roaring up, I hopped on the back and off we went. Man that was really ‘something; straddling that big machine and feeling it roar and hum between my legs! That was sort of sexy itself; just having my box sitting so close to that great big engine. He went fast- as hell, of course, and I hung on for dear life. That only got me a little more turned on because by ‘grabbing on, I pushed my breasts into his back. And that always turns me on, rubbing my nipples into a guy. They’re pretty sensitive and almost anything touching them will usually get me into a raunchy mood.
“He drove up into the hills back of the neighborhood where we lived and then we turned off onto a little dirt road, getting way far back into the woods. I was pretty sure that he wasn’t taking ‘me up there to admire the scenery and, sure enough, he parked the bike after a while and started talking sex to me.
“We were off the bike and leaning against it. I deliberately shoved my boobies out, making them press against my shirt so they’d stand out better. And it had an effect on him. I looked down at the front of his jeans out of the corner of my eye, and wow! This guy looked like he’d rolled up the Sunday newspaper’ and shoved it.down his pants! It was just something else! As soon as I saw that great, huge thing bulging out the front of his jeans I knew I had to have it.