“Says the girl who lets Brian come on her face,” Tiffany shot.
“So do you,” Allie countered.
“I do not let Brian come on my face,” Tiffany joked.
“You know what I mean,” Allie laughed, realizing her miscommunication.
“I prefer it sliding down my throat,” Amber said.
“Or up my pussy,” Jennifer added.
“Or up my ass,” I added, trying to one up everybody.
All four looked at me with shock on their face and then roared!
Tiffany giggled, “That is definitely a date ten plus, and he better be driving a Thunderbird.”
“Or be at least eight inches,” Amber added.
“And thick,” Jennifer interjected.
“And rich,” Allie described.
“And smart,” I said.
“Who cares if he’s smart?” Amber objected. “I don’t want to talk Shakespeare with him, I just want his spear shaking in me.”
“You Renaissance slut,” Tiffany said, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.
“Yep, I’m a slut alright,” Amber agreed, “which is why I’m here with a college guy in a Corvette.”
I couldn’t help it, I tossed off, “Well you better get your axle grease ready, he’s going to expect a little parking in the rear.”
“Oh my God!” Amber gasped.
“I’m sure you’ll be screaming exactly that when he sodomizes your ass,” I continued, revelling in my first time fitting in with the popular girls… and my first time talking dirty.
“Eve,” Adam said from behind my rear, his tone firm.
I turned around and saw Adam and a couple other football players looking at me with the most shocked expressions you ever saw.
I quickly scurried past him and his friends and back to the car… feeling humiliated, but also horny… my vagina was liquid fire.
As I walked to the car I wondered how a vagina filled with wet fire could be a good thing. Was I being tempted by Satan? Daddy would sure say so!
I had definitely sinned more in the past five minutes than I had my entire life.
Yet, I wasn’t being struck down by lightning.
The only fire and brimstone was between my legs.
And no, I didn’t feel any guilt… just exhilaration at allowing myself to let go for the first time ever. Just a rush coursing through me because for once I was more than just the smart girl!
I reached the car and saw Simon leaning against the side… trying to look casual, but actually looking awkward.
I asked, “Miss me?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, so when I reached him, I kissed him.
He was shocked, but after a moment of me being the only one doing the kissing, he kissed me back.
It lasted a whopping five seconds, way longer than any of the pecks in spin the bottle, until Adam, again behind me, again his voice firm, said, “Eve, come here.”
Simon broke the kiss, even pushing me away from him slightly, as he stammered to my brother, “S-s-sorry, Adam.”
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Also in this series:
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 2
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 3
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 4
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 5
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 6
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 7
- 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity - Part 8
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