"We do it every day!" Paula was happy. "Sometimes we screw two, even three times a day."
"How can you do that?" I was jealous. "Even a track star has his limits."
"Sometimes we have quickies. It only lasts a minute or so. But most of the time he gives it to me real good!"
Paula had gotten quite beautiful with her sexual fulfillment. She wasn't nervous any more, and she was talking about marriage.
"Don't you ever get the hots for somebody else? Somebody besides your boy friend?"
"Course I do. All the time. Any good-looking man will always work me up."
"So how can you be true to one guy, Paula?"
"Easy. When I get all tense and those hot flashes hit me, I go see my lover. He fixes me up so I don't need anyone else."
That sounded like a good formula so I gave myself to Colin two days in a row.
We both loved the sex, but there was something missing.
"I gotta go home, Angie," he always said. "My wife's beginning to suspect something."
So Paula's formula wouldn't work for me. It didn't work for most people, really. Colin had his wife yet he still wanted me more, and I was aware of how many husbands and wives were on the make for somebody's else's spouse. There just wasn't anything to take the place of a strange body, new emotions, or the joy of touching someone's genitals for the first time.
So I didn't feel too guilty about wanting to fuck the neighborhood husbands. In the long run I figured it was more normal than what Paula was doing. Sooner or later she was gonna get burned out with her athlete and pass around her pussy more than ever. Once a girl got turned on, there was no stopping her while the blood ran hot in her body.
Still Paul had one advantage over me. When she needed a lay she could get it easy. While I had to wait, and work, and scheme to find a pecker. All in all I had only been laid very few times, while Paula already lost count of the marvelous hours with her boy friend. She didn't even have to masturbate any more, she told me, because there wasn't time. When she got hot and bothered she went and got herself a good fuck.
Damn, she was lucky!
That's when I decided to get me a steady boy friend. One who could screw me in between my babysitting sex. I was going crazy with the desperate hungers of my own nubile body, and most girls will understand how I felt. It isn't easy to be a teenager when your breasts are busting with ripe sensations while your little pussy tingles all the time whether you want it to or not. Nature made sure we'd break all the rules, no matter who made the rules. That's why so much fucking is done in the schools. You'd be surprised how much there is! And those schoolgirl crushes are really desperate. If the teachers only understood, they could fuck us kids every goddam day of their lives! And we'd love it!
We'd get better grades too, because then we could keep our minds on the lessons instead of having cocks and balls swimming in our brains every minute.
"I always did like you, Angie," Gordon Powell told me when I asked him over to make fudge.
"I like you too, Gordon," I told him truthfully. He was easy to get excited about. A tall boy with flaming red hair, a devil-may-care attitude, he was the best baseball player the school ever had. I chose Gordon to be my special lover because I figured he'd have all that energy, enough to keep up with my growing sexual demands.
Even so he made me think of green apples, because I still wanted a grown man.
Some people like mild cheese while others need the tangy spice of aged cheddar.
"You're the prettiest girl in school," Gordon told me while I was mixing the ingredients for the fudge. "I always wanted a date with you."
"Did you ever want to screw me, Gordon?"
"Huh?"
"I asked you if you wanted to make love to me?"
You would have thought I caught his balls in the Mixmaster.
"Well gee! Sure! Uh… crying out loud, Angie…!"
Boys never like the girl to take the initiative, yet we usually do when the truth is known. Maybe not as brazen as I did, yet boys are bashful when it comes to the real nitty-gritty.
I kept mixing the fudge while Gordon stood there blushing. On the ball field he was a tiger, yet he stood in my kitchen like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I had to make him foul, out.
"Touch my breasts, Gordon," I whispered as I slowly mixed the fudge. He glanced around as though someone could be watching, even though my parents were gone to a PTA meeting, then he reached out to touch my shoulder. His hand was shaking.
My whole body was trembling.
"Kiss me good, Gordon!" I begged as I turned to enjoy his touch. I meant to tease him a little, to make the seduction memorable, yet the feel of his flesh upon my body was too strong to bear. I put my arms around this handsome boy and almost passed out with the delight when he crushed me close to his muscled torso. The Mixmaster was whirling like mad in the bowl, but it didn't spin as fast as my blood. I forgot instantly that Gordon was young. All that mattered was the strong male scent of his body, the glorious sensations of his hands upon me, and the delicate sexual agony of his lips upon my own. We got so carried away right there in the kitchen that be knocked the fudge pan off the counter. It went clattering over the linoleum with such a crash Gordon jumped away from me.
"Man, that was close!" he panted as he stared at me. "We damn near went and did it, Angie!"
His clumsy sexual involvement was distracting, even a bit disgusting, but I wasn't about to let him get away. While he stood there with his eyes bugging out of the sockets I began to disrobe. I heard as in a distance the whirling of the mixing fudge, while my fingers moved quickly to strip the cloth from my eager body.
"Oh migawd…!" Gordon gasped.
He wanted to escape. There would be a price if he stayed and he realized this truth, even if that price would be nothing more than personal involvement with a school chum. Boys hate that and I knew it. They desire freedom above sex.
That's why us girls have to be sneaky. That's why we always choose the time and place of seduction.
"Jeez, I ain't never did it, Angie!" his voice was heavy with contained desire.
I didn't answer as I stepped out of my panties, to stand naked before him in the kitchen.
"Ooowww, you're throwing curve balls!" groaned. "You're gonna strike me out for sure!"
I was getting angry with his protestations, his baby emotions. Maybe he was a hero in the ball park but he was just a pitch-hitter right now.
I turned off the Mixmaster, and kissed Gordon again. Perhaps his training told him to lay off, to be careful of what he was getting into, yet his male hormones were quite normal. Even as he crushed the breath out of me I could feel the nice hard-on in his trousers.
"Do it to me," I begged, needing a fuck so bad it made my temples throb with desire. "Take me…
The dumb bastard didn't even know about the bedroom. He was so untrained sexually that he didn't realize a girl needs petting. He grabbed my cunt with such force it almost knocked me onto the counter, while he rammed a finger clear up to my tonsils.
"Yeeeooowww-www…!" I screamed in pain from the brutal onslaught. "Take it easy, Gordon! That hurts!"
"Oh, wow! I can feel your snatch, Angie!"
He was puffing like an adult yet his talk was more like a kid with a new toy.
If I didn't need screwing so bad I would have told him to stop. Once a girl has felt the divine maturity of a grown man, it isn't easy to enjoy the fumbling responses of a Boy Scout.
Still I must admit one thing. There is a special beauty about fucking, and even with a dumb bunny it his to be good. Maybe Gordon didn't know what to do, but he tried to make up for that with raw passion.
"Ooouuuccchhh!" I yelped as be rammed me back against the counter. "You're breaking my spine, damnit!"
"Oh man, I can feel your cunt, Angie! I got my hand right in your naked cunt!"
Sure he did. But he didn't have to tear the fuckin' thing off!
"Don't be so rough, damn you!" I wanted to cry. His hand was tearing at my crotch with such ferocity it really did hurt, yet he was so strong I couldn't get away from him. This isn't the way sex is supposed to happen. Sure a girl likes a little rough stuff, but she doesn't want her guts ripped out.
"Lemme go!" I fought him desperately. "You're killing me, Gordon! Lemme go!"
He held me against the counter while he groped into my cunt, trying to make up for all the wet dreams he ever had, a starving man with his first taste of meat.
I gave him a little knee in the groin.
"Gawdamighty, why'd you do that!" he backed off, his eyes wild.
"Don't be so damn rough, then!" I challenged.
"Balls a fire, I didn't mean to hurt you, Angie," he apologized while he stared at my naked breast. "Can we really do it? I mean, you gonna let me really do it to you!"
"Don't be so damn rough, Gordon. I ain't no damn ball bat."
"Yeah, sure. Sure, sure!" He reached over to touch my nipples.
"Oooo, that's better," I cooed, my anger instantly forgotten.
Gordon unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, ready to stab me.
"Ain't you gonna take them all off?" I tugged at his sweat shirt.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, I guess I better!"
He was eager now, so close to his first fuck that his eyes were dilated, and he yanked off his clothing before I had a chance to pick up the pan from the kitchen floor. Gordon was a bit skinny. Lots of suntanned muscles, with rope-like tendons in his strong arms, while the hair in his crotch reminded me of sunflower petals. Yet with all that strength, all that athletic ability, Gordon was a real dud. His cock was so tiny I had seen bigger ones in diapers.
It stood out hard protruding from those red hairs like the stamen to a bee, hardly big enough to pollinate a kitten.
Still the size of a cock has nothing to do with the breadth of a man's passion.
Gordon proved that to me. He threw me on the cold kitchen floor, with my feet against the refrigerator, and he poked that teeny weenie between my legs.
"I got it in!" he screeched. "I can feel it right in your cunt!"
Maybe he could. But I couldn't feel much except the weight of his bony body above me. It's a good thing a girl has a clitoris or else I would have been left totally blank with Gordon. He was fucking like a madman, screeching and belching with joy, while I needed penetration. Sure I got a little orgasm from having his pecker against my little man-in-the-boat, but a girl needs penetration. The deeper the better!
"It's gonna spurt!" Gordon snickered with glee after he pumped for a few minutes.
He almost sat up on my midriff when he felt the sperm squirt out of his ridiculous pecker, and from the way he carried on you would have thought he really accomplished a new marvel. For him it was a home run, while he didn't even get me to first base.
Afterward we made the fudge and watched a little TV, and Gordon tried to make love to me. We sat on the couch and I enjoyed his kisses, the feel of his hands on my tingling titties. But when he got all worked up again, and wanted to have seconds, I figured it was time for me to call Colin Brown.
Girls develop a lot quicker than boys emotionally. We were told that in physical hygiene and it's true. At least it was true with me and Gordon. He bugged me something awful after our little date. He sent me love letters in class and he begged me for another date.
"I love you so much!" he wrote in his notes. "I can't even concentrate on baseball anymore!"
Gordon had to grow up, only I wasn't about to be his teacher. So my experiment to have a steady fucker failed miserably. In a way I was glad it did, because Paula was already having trouble with her boy friend. They argued a lot, and she was crying more than ever, until they reminded me of Susie Patch and her steady.
Susie was a nice girl. Went to church all the time and didn't mess around at all. Did her homework, kept the house clean, and dreamed about marriage with a house of her own filled with children. The last girl in school you would dream could get screwed up.
She did.
For all her caution, her high moral standards and her genuine beauty of soul, she got screwed up the worst way. Fell in love. There went her virginity. Gone with the wind. She was still in love with the boy, while he returned the emotion, but it brought them such problems that Susie never laughed any more.
They were old before their time.
Such scenes lay heavy on the rest of us teenagers until we become wary of the value called Love. I remember it was about that same time a movie came to town, a movie about Las Vegas. Most of us saw the show because it was good entertainment yet it stuck in our minds because of the girls in the casinos.
All those gorgeous females, having the time of their lives, happy, smiling, laughing, dressed in fancy costumes while they had a ball, running around almost naked while-a world of men fell at their feet. To me and the girls I knew then, it appeared a sweeter future than the prospect of house bills and squawling kids.
"Maybe it's the books they teach us out of now," Paula told me when I brought up the subject of the difference between our generation and the last ones.
"Or maybe we ain't so dumb any more? Maybe we figure it's better to face up to sex than sneak around back alleys the way people used to do?"
"I dunno, Angie. When you come right down to it, sex isn't the only thing. I ain't very happy and I get all the screwing I need."
"Do you really, Paula?"
"Well, not really. It gets a little boring with the same guy all the time. We keep on trying, and we pretend it's the same, but the magic is gone."
"I see that all the time when I'm babysitting."
"Could you maybe fix me up with Colin again?"
"Do your own calling, Paula. I got troubles of my own."
"Who you sitting for this weekend?"
"Susan Lovely."
"Oh, not again! I thought you didn't like her?"
"I don't. She thinks the world revolves around her. But there's lots of people at her place. I could tell you something about the last time I sat for her that would turn you green with envy."
"A secret?"
"Sort of. Now I've got a nice savings account."
"Oh, you didn't, really!"
"Like hell I didn't. Now I can buy any gown I want for graduation!"
"Gee, Angie. That doesn't sound very nice."
"Fuck it. Most of the girls in school give in for the price of a fifty-cent malted!"
"Yeah, I guess that's right when you think about it. But don't you feel funny about taking money for it?"
"Why should I? Maybe I'll grow up to be a whore for all I know. That's better than moping around the way Susie Patch does. All screwed up for nothing."
"Can I go with you this weekend?"
"Sure, why not? I know how you can earn two hundred dollars."
"You mean from screwing?"
"Sure."
"Aw, nobody'd pay that much for sex, Angie! There's too much of it free any more!"
"Maybe so, but I know a guy who'll give you plenty if you can take all his cock."
"How, big is it?"
"Remember that horse in the pasture behind school? The one that always has a hard-on?"
"Aw, nobody could have a peter that big!"
"Just you wait and see."
"You sure he pays money, Angie? Or do we have to pay him for it?"
"You mean you're willing to try?"
"Geez, I'd give my allowance for a year just to see one that size!"
"Okay, but don't blame me if he splits you wide open."
"Gawd, I wish the weekend would hurry!"