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"Yes."

"I go into my house now. My pants I take off. He will be my lover. 'very gentle. I will thinking of you. You have very good time. Have nice, loving fuck. Goodbye now, Bette."

It had been a crazy conversation, Bette told herself as she hurried to the low slung, fire engine red car, but she was glad she had done it. Somehow, it augured well for what was ahead.

The engine roared in response to her touch and in doing so, it filled her with a sense of power. With just a touch, she had achieved that and in a little while, she would make a man roar with desire, a gentle, intelligent, handsome man. But she would control that power as she controlled the power of the car with her foot.

Virgins are supposed to be terrified and trembling, she told herself as she guided the car away from the curb and out into the light traffic of early evening. But she wasn't at all terrified and any trembling she felt was in the form of delicious waves of desire which fanned out from a little pink place in her crotch.

The waves fanned a little more strongly as she recalled how the woman had looked up at her crotch, how the wrinkled face had flushed as though with desire. Already, Bette guessed, the woman was in her bedroom or bathroom, probably naked from the waist down and, as the other end of the tool had dug into the earth, now the handle, the smooth, hard wood, would be digging into her vagina, helping her find beauty in fantasy as she had never been able to find it in reality with her husband.

"Christ, Bette, turn this off before you rack up your car and yourself," Bette warned herself, then laughed as she recalled the last line of a limerick that went, "and instead of coming, he went."

To help take her mind off her erotic thoughts, she concentrated on recalling all of the limerick. After a little while, she achieved her goal and, as she threaded the car easily through the heavier downtown traffic, she repeated the limerick aloud.

There once was a man from Ghent, Whose cock was so long that it bent.

To save himself trouble, He stuck it in double, And instead of coming, he went."

"I wonder how long Derek's cock is?" she asked herself. "I should have asked, but what the hell, I shocked him enough by telling him I had decided that he should be the one to get rid of my virginity."

Bette laughed aloud as she recalled the series of looks that had come over the face of her former history teacher. At first, there had been a stunned expression, then a look of disbelief, then those dark brown eyes had shone with excitement, beautiful laugh lines showing. She thought she had also seen a bulge appear in the front of his camelcloth slacks, but she couldn't be sure. It could have been her imagination. But no matter, she told herself and smiled a contented smile as she guided the car to a stop in front of his apartment building, if the bulge wasn't already there, it would be, when she walked into his apartment and confirmed that he hadn't been dreaming, that indeed he had been chosen to deflower a beautiful young virgin.

As she opened the door and swung her long legs out of the car, she looked down at her thighs and trembled. In just a little while, there would be a beautiful, naked man lying between those thighs and she would know the feel of having a very stiff penis throbbing deeply in her vagina.

Her knees felt weak as she stood beside the car and breathed deeply of the flower scented evening air. Were there really flowers or did her imagination make them bloom, she wondered, then decided it didn't matter. If she smelled flowers, then there were flowers.

"Hi honey," a voice called from a car that slowed and drew closer to the curb, "how would you like a big thrill?"

The caller looked to be about twenty, a curly -haired blond youth with pimples and a dumb expression. The driver didn't look like much of an improvement. Both youths looked eager as she approached their car and paused with her hands resting on the sill of the open window.

"Go home and jerk off as usual, little boys," she told them in a carefully controlled tone. "Give me a call when you've grown up and perhaps I'll think about it."

Bette wanted to laugh aloud, but decided it would spoil the image she had established, so she merely smiled as she walked up the pathway to the apartment building and heard the roar of the engine and the burning of rubber as the car took off.

Chapter 2

"Come on it, beautiful Bette," Derek greeted her with a smile that confirmed for Bette that she had chosen the right man to be her first lover. "I was so afraid you'd change your mind."

"I never had a moment's doubt, Derek," she told him, then the door closed behind her, he took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "Mmmm, that was nice," Derek said as the kiss ended and he continued to hold her. "I'm going to want more of that."

"I'm going to want more than that," she said with a little laugh.

"Glad to hear it. I can assure you there will be a lot more. I didn't want to scare you by coming on too strong too fast."

"Thanks. I know you expected me to be a bundle of nerves, ready to cry at the first step, but you can forget that. I'm going to be the most eager seduction you've ever known."

"You mean you're really as poised and cool as you appear to be?"

"Poised, yes. Cool, no. I'm hot for you in all the right places, like between my thighs."

"My God, Bette, you're too good to be true. Now then, about kissing. I'd love to borrow that beautiful mouth again."

"Take it, lover," Bette told him and he watched her tongue lick over her lips.

As their mouths met again, the kiss began gently, as the first one had, but then came a beautiful difference, one Bette felt inside the crotch of her panties as Derek opened his mouth, she opened hers and then their mouths were mashing together, wetly.

When his tongue came out to play in her mouth, it found an eager playmate and as they felt his penis stiffening and throbbing against her tummy, just above the place where she felt a demanding churning sensation.

Bette pressed against the black silk robe he wore and as she felt the stiff penis twitching, she sensed that the man was naked under the robe. Her hands rubbed down his back until they cupped his buttocks and she tugged at them, pulling them more closely together.

"God, I have to take a break or I'm going to shoot my charge on your dress instead of where I want to."

"Where we both want to. God, Derek, your cock feels so big and hard and strong. It drove me out of my mind. Do you mind that I use words like cock?"

"On the contrary, I find it exciting that a beautiful, intelligent virgin uses such words. Would you like me to do the same?"

"Yes," she replied with enthusiasm. "Tell me where you're going to stick that cock and what you're going to do to me when it's there."

"I'm going to slowly work the full length of my stiff cock into your tight little cunt," he whispered hoarsely, "and then I'm going to make love to you by fucking you. My strong prick will fuck your beautiful cunt."

"Oh yes… yes… I want that, my darling. I want you to fuck me. Derek, are you naked under your robe?"

"Yes,"

"Please. May I see and feel your big, strong cock right now?"

"You may do anything you want, dear. I'll open my robe."

"No, let me," Bette said, her tone urgent, then she dropped to her knees and her hands trembled a little as they parted the black silk robe and she gasped aloud at the sight of the long, strong looking erection with the swollen, almost purple head. "Oh God, it's so lovely," she said in a tone of awe, "So big and strong and so beautiful."

"You've seen cocks before, haven't you, darling?" Derek asked as her right hand closed gently around the shaft and squeezed.

"Not like this. Not hard. Ooh, it feels so very hard. Is your cock a lot bigger than average, Derek?" she asked as her other hand closed gently around the big head that felt like velvet.