Jerry Conners: The naughtiest virgin

By ten-thirty, I had the whole house straight. I decided to do the laundry tomorrow as I plopped down on the sofa with a cold Coke. The phone rang.

"Barbara! Yes, I got back last night! Hey, why don't you come over and we'll go for a hamburger and malt? You don't have a way over? Well, I'll come and get you!"

I was out of the house in nothing flat, grabbing my keys and clutch purse. When I pulled up in front of her house, I honked a couple of times, then waved at her to come on.

"Where we going?"

"To the root beer stand for a malt and burger. Then home."

Everybody swarmed around while we were there. On the way home, we dropped Shirley and her little sister off at their house. Barbara and I had been close friends for several years now, often spending the night at each other's house. She was just a little taller than me and had red-gold hair and green eyes. She was dating a little but had never gotten down with her dates, saying she wanted to wait until she was married.

On the way home, she decided to spend the night with me, so we went by her house to see if she could. Of course, her mother let her. She found an overnight bag and put her stuff in it, grabbed a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt. At the house, she ran up to my room and got into them, but I noticed she'd left her bra on as she came back down the stairs.

"Why'd you leave your bra on?"

"Oh, I couldn't go without it."

"I don't know why you can't. I can. I may be young, but I'm a liberated young and it's my life."

"Well, my folks would faint dead away if they caught me without a bra on and letting my tits jiggle around."

"Yeah, but they're not around."

"All right, but…"

"No buts to it. We have been friends too long and I have gone along with your ideas, too."

"Okay!"

I watched as she pulled her top off and then her bra. Her tits weren't as big as mine. I'd seen them before, but this was the first time I'd ever really noticed them in the sense of comparing them to my own; smaller but just as firm and round, the nipples pink against her skin. They were just as sexy as mine.

I launched into telling her I wasn't a virgin any more and a blow-by-blow account of my getting raped. We were drinking Cokes.

"It must have been terrible, Sheila."

"It was, at first. Real scary. But, Lord, I loved every minute of it once the hurting quit. I could have fucked all night once I got started. Each peter was different but each felt super delicious in me. You'll see, once you lose your cherry."

"Maybe so. But I don't intend losing it right away soon. Are you going to let other boys do it to you?"

"What do you think?"

"For sure, knowing that gleam in your eye and the way you're talking."

"You sure are right!" The telephone rang. "Who was that?"

"It was Daddy telling me he'd be late getting in tonight."

"Did you tell him I was spending the night?"

"Sure. He said it was okay with him. That way, he'd know I wasn't alone and was all right."

I felt my pussy getting wet and that warm feeling going through me. I couldn't understand why, except I realized I'd really gotten horny looking at her tits and the nipples a little bit ago. Strangely, I wanted to see them again, maybe even touch and kiss them and let her do the same to mine. Trouble was, I didn't know how to go about it or approach her for fear she would get mad. But my pussy was getting wetter by the minute and I wanted to do something even if I didn't know what.

"Barb, do you ever play with yourself?" A loud blush of red flushed her face. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh, don't be silly. I finger myself all the time while I daydream of getting fucked. Now, do you or don't you?"

"Well, I'm not a stick in the mud, and yes, I play with myself once in a while."

"You probably finger yourself every night like I do, and two or three times at that. I'll bet you do it more often than once in a while." I was baiting her, and it shocked me to realize it. But she played straight into my hands.

"What if I do? It relieves the tension and I can sleep easier."

"That's more like it. It really doesn't make any difference, except knowing it, we don't have to hide it any more, or pretend we don't know about such things."

"I see what you mean, Sheila. I do finger myself every night and sometimes during the day when the urge comes over me. It's so strong I can't fight it. Do you think something is wrong with me?"

"For fingering yourself? Don't be dumb. It's just a natural way of releasing your sexual tensions and frustrations."

I hoped that sounded really authoritative to her. I'd read it somewhere and it made sense.

"You know, the more we talk about it, the easier it is to talk about. When you started telling me about the boys fucking you, my pussy went all wet and hot."

"Mine did, too. Hey, let's go up to my room and strip off and finger ourselves!"

"I don't know…"

She was following me up the stairs, just the same, as I took my top off.

"Do you think it's all right?"

"Who cares? No one's going to see us. We are the only ones here. Come on, Barb. Don't be a scaredy cat all your life."

In the room, I undid the button at my side and unzipped my shorts. Pushing them down and stepping from them, I dropped them on my top, then crawled onto the bed. My nipples were hard and so were hers as she dropped her top to the floor and undid her shorts. As she took them off, I caught my breath at the sight of the red, flaring hair around her pussy. All I intended to do was for us to finger ourselves, but as she crawled nude onto the bed I knew I wanted something more.

"God, Barb, you're pretty, and your tits are perfect!"

"Not as pretty as you are."

"Hey, tell you what – let me help you."

"All right. I've never done it with another girl, so you'll have to show me."

"I haven't either, so we'll learn together."

"You promise not to tell anyone?"

I didn't answer that one, I simply pushed her onto her, back and let my mouth find hers. It seemed the natural thing to do.

As our mouths and bodies touched, an electric charge hit us both. We embraced.

Our arms were motivated by a crushing hungry force as we pressed our bodies together with fever. Her tits against mine were like two burning coals as we pressed our pelvis bones hard against each other. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt along her teeth and gums. The soft skin under her tongue felt like the burning flesh between the lips of my pussy, soft as velvet. Then she was sucking my tongue as deep into her mouth as she could pull it.

I freed one hand and slid, it between our bodies in answer to an unbearable urge to feel her breasts and fondle them, knead them and the hard nipples. Her heat against my hand spread up my arm and straight to the core of my sexual being, matching the fire in me that was consuming my senses.

She was running her soft hands along my spine, and the small of my back, caressing the round, firm globes of my buttocks. Tearing my mouth from hers, I began kissing all along her neck and ears then, bending, I caught her breast to my hot mouth, sucking the nipple in, nibbling on it lightly. She was squirming almost as much as I was, and she was mouthing words of bye. "God, yes. Suck it. It's so good. Please!"

An insane urge to devour her was driving me on as I sucked on her other breast and played a hand over her tight, quivering, stomach muscles. I felt her arch her hips, urging my hand downward. My thigh muscles were trembling as her hand caressed me. I left a hand on her breast, fondling it, and began kissing along her stomach: it shook her, so badly that she was writhing beneath the onslaught. Her hands were in my hair one moment, then trying to pull my head or press it to her arching pelvis as she tilted it up toward me.