Grace Wilkinson: Angie makes friends

Awkwardly Doug climbed onto her and gently spread her slightly resisting legs apart. He had to kneel to examine her pussy. Where was her vaginal opening? She was so nervous it made him feel nervous. She tensed and jumped when he touched the soft curls of her sparse young pubic hair. He gently parted it with his thumbs and separated her outer cuntal lips and felt for the inner labia. His finger explored downward for the vaginal opening. When he found the tiny pink mouth it was throbbing gently. He pressed the moist fleshy lips open and she jumped and tensed her body even more.

Embarrassment swept over him. He had never imagined sex would feel as bad as this! But he couldn't stop now, not with her lying here with her legs spread so far apart for him. He lowered his body down on top of her and pressed his hard penis against her tight vaginal opening and Angie tried to wiggle away. So many strange emotions and sensations flowed through her body. This was too real, her mind screamed. Too obscene. Not beautiful and romantic as she had dreamed. Fright clutched her.

Doug kept trying hard to push his hardened cock into her and she kept wiggling away from him until she had retreated all the way to the foot of the bed. Nervous and preoccupied with the mechanics of the act, Doug suddenly felt his penis go limp in his fingers. Humiliated, he stopped trying and lay breathing heavily beside her.

Both lay there wondering what would happen next. Should they say something?

After a moment or two, Doug's nervous tension lessened and his penis erected again. It was burning to enter her. Blindly he again fumbled between her legs. He tried two or three times, but each time his desire was destroyed by the frustration of his failure to enter her.

Was this the sex extolled in rhyme throughout the ages? That drove men on to greater glories? He couldn't believe that even his father would put up with this with his mother every night.

His penis erected again. Plucky Pierre! One more try, he promised himself. This is as bad as some of those chemical experiments that wouldn't turn out, he thought. This time he wormed the smooth rubbery head a little way in, only to slip out. His spirits rose and his desire with them.

Angie was moaning with pain; tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Oblivious to her, Doug poised his now desperately throbbing cock outside her vagina and gave a strong pelvic thrust.

Angie tensed, cried out in pain, then blacked out. Losing consciousness caused her to relax momentarily and her vagina opened involuntarily and slipped like a warm, tight glove over his penis. Blood gushed out and felt hot on his legs.

Doug thrashed frantically over her a few times; then he felt the cum bursting deep down inside her quivering little belly. A sudden intense feeling and then it was gone. Angie didn't react at all, as far as he could tell. Her legs lay limp and wide-spread out on either side of his body.

He felt spent. His penis relaxed and slipped out when he moved, so he rolled off of her and laid alongside her. He tried to analyze what had happened. He'd been awfully hot outside her but as soon as he'd got in, he'd become instantaneously hotter. And then he couldn't recall what had happened. Exactly. Was that all there was to it? He was disappointed. He had expected more than a transient intense feeling and then whammo, nothing! He really hadn't felt much. Most of the excitement came from the knowledge that he, Douglas Fleming, had finally and actually had intercourse with a live girl.

Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached between her legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless whirl. Every nerve end tingled. Emotions flickered lightning-like throughout her body. She felt dirtied — raped. How animal! Repulsive! How could men like it? Did they?

"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer out.

"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast. Sudden like. Did you feel it?"

"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My mother must be right. It's only for men to enjoy."

"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science you don't build your theories on the first experiment. Or on negative evidence."

"But what if that's all there is to it?"

Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always so crazy about it?"

"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added petulantly.

Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so much, there must be a pleasurable feeling to it or they wouldn't do it. If we didn't feel pleasure, we mustn't have done it right. Therefore, the sex act has to be learned, I guess."

"Animals don't have to learn it," Angie said.

"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, but specialized animals. They differ from the lower animals in several ways. They have to learn lots of things — why not the sex act?"

Angie felt cheated. She had expected so much and all she'd gotten was a pain between her legs! She would have loved to enjoy it to get even with her mother. Damnation! And here the old turd turned out to be right. That hurt even worse than the screwing! Now all she could do was go up to the old bitch and say, "Mom, you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass." Wow! That'd make the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love to see the expression on her face!

Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard to get into? That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd never make it. Sometimes that old try, try again routine really pays off. He chuckled mentally. He wouldn't mind trying it again. Right now. But he didn't think Angie'd go for it. He stole a sidelong glance at her. She was frowning. No. Better not push his luck. But there was that one moment there. A mind blowing feeling barely started. If he only could have held it longer. And longer and longer. He tried to imagine it again, but he couldn't. He wondered if Brad had ever felt it. He bet not. Not if he accused them of holding out on information. He just had to do it again. To see if he could recapture that feeling.

"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.

"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"

"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After we've had time to learn how to do it right."

"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.

"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of all the married people that go to bed every night…"

Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't even let my father touch her. She has her own bedroom."

"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you adopted?"

"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a hard time when I was born. She told me. She doesn't really like kids — or husbands. We make her nervous."

Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got scared off. Before it got to be fun. Are you going to be like her? Quit too soon?"

Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did he like her at all? Just a little bit? He didn't just want to hurt her again? She hesitated.

Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm sorry I hurt you this time, Angie. Really. I know it was rough on you. It was partly the way you're made. I had to break your hymen. Before we try it next time, we'll learn something about it. We'll make a special project of it. We'll get some books. I'll study about the physiology and anatomy of sex and you'll study about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"

Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the feel of his naked male body and the smell of it, too. It felt comforting to be in his arms. And he was so eager and happy. She liked to see him smile. He looked different with his glasses off. A suspicion entered her mind.