Generally, by the time I open their pants and get that tool out they’re already dripping. And it doesn’t take but just a few strokes and they’re popping off, shooting come all over the place.
“Some of the fellows have brought me off too, with their hands. But most of the boys I’ve dated don’t really know how it’s done. I mean, all they can imagine is getting one or two fingers into a girl’s cunt and then working them back and forth-just as though they were fucking her with their pricks. But that doesn’t work for me. I’m afraid, first, of having my cherry ripped open and, second, I just don’t like that kind of finger action. God knows, I’ve tried often enough to show guys what I wanted them to do but most of them just can’t seem to understand that all I want is a finger on either side of my clitty. That’s all it takes, honest! But they want to get so frantic and work against me so hard that I just can’t make it.
“As for the French stuff, you can forget that! The guys in high school are supposed to be a pretty sophisticated bunch but, let me tell you, they all think it’s just awful if a girl even so much as looks like she wants to suck them! And as for going down on a girl, forget it! They wouldn’t eat pussy if they were starving to death and the pussy was covered with catsup! “It wasn’t until last year, when I started my junior year in high school, that my situation began to improve. The irony of it is that it began picking up just at the moment when I felt lowest of all! Maybe I should take a little time to explain that.”
“The first thing you have to understand is that I’d started working as a part-time secretary for Mr. Harvey, who’s an assistant principal at M- High.
He’s just extra nice, so handsome and cool, and I really felt honored that he’d picked me out. You see, we have this system there which allows the principals and some of the other bigwigs to select student secretaries from the M Society, which is sort of an honor group. We get paid a little for doing the work but that isn’t the reason we do it, of course. I guess it’s always been that way at M- and we look on it as an honor. At least I do.
“Well, I’d been working for’ Mr. Harvey for about a month and I’d grown to like him a lot. In some ways he reminds me a lot of my father very good looking, very positive, very much a man of the world. Anyway, after I’d been working there a while, I got the word from Bo, my latest boyfriend. He said he was tired of being jerked off and that, if I wouldn’t put out for him, he was going to find himself a girl who would. I’d heard that before, of course, and I was sort of expecting it, but still it doesn’t make a girl feel very good to be shot down like that.
“BO had given me the word just after Chemistry, my last class of the day, when I was on my way to Mr. Harvey’s office. I was pretty broken up about it, naturally, and when I got to the office he could see that I’d been crying. He wanted to know what was coming off. At first I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong but he wouldn’t buy that. It was just too obvious that something was wrong. Finally I just broke down and told him everything I mean, I really laid it on the line, all of it, even down to the bit about Madge being so obsessed with my cherry. I was crying like a baby. “I couldn’t help that. And the next thing I knew I had my head on his shoulder. Mr. Harvey’s a really kind, understanding sort of person and you just know, right from the start, that you can trust him all the way. He’s the sort of man you can really talk to and you know he won’t go blabbing it around and getting you’ into trouble.
“Well, the next thing I knew he was holding me in his arms and me, I could feel his prick against my thigh. I’ve been in enough clinches with guys that I ‘know when a fellow has a hard-on and there was no mistaking this one! He’s really hung, you know, and that thing was just sticking out all over. I was never so surprised as when I realized that he’d actually raised a stiff. Over me? He felt that way about me? It was really a mind blower! “One thing led to another and the next thing I knew we were kissing. I’d ‘been very horny all day. Bo and I had had a long love scene the night before and I’d come away from it feeling pretty raunchy. I’d woken up that morning in the same mood and now, with us kissing and me feeling his cock against me, I just couldn’t keep it back. I was rubbing my nipples against him and sort of dry humping on his leg and we were kissing-really hot kisses, running our tongues into each other’s mouth and all that-and then POW! I just let go with a really hard come! I collapsed against him. It nearly melted my legs, it was so strong, and I could feel the come just gushing out of my pussy and drenching my panties. “I’d opened my legs up so I could get them around his thigh and I just went wild, humping his leg and working it all out till I’d really had myself a fine come.
“What can you say after you’ve brought your-self off like that? I mean, you can’t just pretend that it never happened-it was far too obvious for that. I couldn’t hide it and at that moment I didn’t really want to. I just leaned up against him and we kept on kissing. After a little while I felt him rubbing his hands over my rump and that was as exciting as if he’d been fingering my joy-button. He hadn’t come; he still had that ferocious hard-on, and it was still boring into my thigh. And I could feel myself getting warmed up all over.
I just turned around a little so that he could rub between my legs if he wanted to.
“Pull my dress up if you want,” I said, taking the bit in my teeth. “I like the feel of your hands!”
“He did it and I opened up a little so he could get his hand up between my’ legs. Oh, he had a marvelous touch-not too hard and in just the right place for me to get going again. I just stood there and worked myself off once more, fucking my pussy into his fingers. Even through my panties it felt good. I was sort of’ hoping maybe he’d run his hand inside them or go in through the leg, but it was plenty good just the way it was. In no time at all I was creaming again and this time it was even better than it had been before.
“I never did it so good!” I told him when the tremors had died out in my cunt.
“It was absolutely marvelous!”
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he told me.
“Just that?” I asked, feeling pretty much the ‘flirt’.
“And other things,” he admitted.
“I’d like to do them too,” I said, ‘but I’m afraid to let you do them to me. I know I’d love them, but I’m afraid.”
“You don’t have to worry about losing your cherry,” he said. “We can’ do a lot of things together and still leave it alone.”
“That really got me interested and I wanted to know all about it. I also wanted to know what about his wife-I wasn’t at all sure what he was leading up to.
Maybe he was one of those guys who was getting tired of his wife and wanted a younger model. I didn’t want any of that-I just wanted to have a good time, that’s all.
“Don’t worry about Amy,” he told me. “She understands perfectly. In fact, she’d probably love it if I brought you home. Would you mind that? Being with me while she watched? She really digs that, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know that. You’ve guessed it- him and his wife were both swingers! You know the kind of people that go to sex parties? I’d never have imagined it of them, but that’s what he said; I didn’t feel that I could just jump in right away with that and I told him so. He said he understood and that we could play it by ourselves for a while. Naturally I was red-hot to get on with my education but he said the school’s office wasn’t the best place for that- we’d have to go somewhere else. I was willing to meet him at night, except that he was tied up that night, and the next one too. We figured out, though, that we could’ meet, on Saturday and spend a lot of time in the country some place.