“Can I ask you something personal, Sherie?” Cynthia had asked sheepishly.
“Am I a virgin, no. Is that it?”
“No, not exactly, I kinda figured you weren’t … but, what does it feel like to let a boy see you naked?
“Depends who the boy is.”
“What do you mean?” Cynthia said with a puzzled look.
“Well, recently my older brother has seen me by accident a couple of times, and when I found about it, at first I was pretty upset and embarrassed! It’s OK now, but it’s not like letting your boyfriend see you.”
“What happened?”
“Our central air conditioning has been broken for three weeks, and the repair people are waiting for a part, so the upstairs in our house is really hot; and I’ve been sleeping in the nude. I had my bedroom door open to let the air circulate, and I guess I kicked my sheet off while I was sleeping; and he told me the next morning he got a pretty good look when he walked by, even though it was pretty dark, because there was full moon, and my blind was up to let any breeze come in. He said he had to pull my door mostly closed in case anyone else got up during the night. And I acted like some sort of silly teenager after he told me, but he just gave me a hug, and said: ‘Look we’re both over 18, and we’re brother and sister, just forget about it!’ And then the other night when I got up to use the washroom I didn’t bother to put anything on, and I bumped into him coming out of his room, and he didn’t have anything on either. And we both could see quite a bit, because we have a night light in the hall. But this time we both just laughed.”
“The other day, after the second time, I asked him how many real live naked girls he’d seen.”
“Besides strippers?”
“Of course besides strippers! Don’t try to be so funny, I want a serious answer!”
“Just two; and neither of them were anywhere close to how incredibly beautiful you looked sprawled across your bed that night. I should have left things the way they were, and snuck out early in the morning for another look in the daylight!”
“I just swatted him with a pillow for even suggesting it! I don’t want to even imagine how much of my pussy he probably saw that first time!”
“I’m sure that tramp Susan has shown Ted plenty, probably on the first date!” Meighen said bitterly, “I bet she never wears panties, and carries a high powered flashlight in case her boyfriends don’t see very well!”
Sandy clearly remembered the howls of uproarious laughter that this comment produced, but not much else from the remainder of the evening.
That was a year or so before she went to Sherie for advice about her increasingly sexual relationship with Jim. Sandy smiled as she recalled Sherie teasing her about her “make out” activities just before she reached for her purse.
“Since you are way beyond my dating rules I think you should have these,” Sherie said placing a couple of condoms into Sandy’s hand, “I always carry a couple in my purse because sometimes girls get carried away and decide to do things they haven’t planned for. Even sensible ones like me!”
“I’ll tell you something no one else knows. That night when I lost my virginity we didn’t have anything, and I thought I would stop him, I always had before; but when things got hotter and hotter I just didn’t want him to stop, and so I let him do whatever he wanted to. And right at the end I tried to push him off me so he wouldn’t do it inside me, but it was too late, and he finished you know where! He said he was sorry afterwards, as if that was going to do any good; I was nearly frantic! Then I went through hell for a week until my period came. And even though nothing terrible happened it seemed to spoil things between us, and we decided to break up; plus, it kind of took most of the magic out of having sex for the first time. And I swore to myself never again, and I got a box of these right away.”
“But if you are thinking of starting to have sex with Jim on a regular basis, condoms aren’t good enough; they can break, or slip off, and then, ‘Bingo, big problem!’ Tina’s sister gave me the name of a lady doctor who will give you a prescription for the pill if you are over 18. I went to her and she’s really nice. She suggested that I make any guy I decide to have sex with use a condom as well to be really certain that nothing happens. And it also protects you from STD’s, not that you have to worry about that with Jim I suspect.”
Sandy still had those condoms stashed away in a hidden compartment in her purse and had also gone to the nice lady doctor right away. Which wasn’t a problem because all she needed was her government health card; easily liberated from her mother’s clutches by using the excuse of requiring it for some of her university entrance forms. Best of all, the first batch of pills had come in the form of physician samples, so there wasn’t any cost, although she had to wait for the right time to start them.
Even with the pills started, in the days leading up to the senior prom she had something else to worry about as she considered whether to have sex with Jim. Sandy wasn’t exactly certain of the state of her physical virginity, because late one night in bed; totally sexually frustrated after breaking off an orgy of heavy kissing with Jim and sending him home, she had attempted to work an appropriately sized item into her vagina. Despite the discomfort it was causing, in her lustful state she kept pushing it in farther, while she rubbed her clitoris until she obtained the release of a powerful orgasm. The following morning, she was horrified to discover a small patch of blood on the back of her nightie. How would she explain to Jim that she wasn’t a virgin?
“Sandra, are you mobile?” she heard her mother calling out, “It’s been at least ten minutes since I wakened you. Or maybe you’re thinking of entertaining him in your bedroom, dressed, or should I say undressed, the way you are; which would be totally in character for you!” she added with an edge to her voice.
Sandy felt herself flushing at this well-directed barb.
“The damn prom night thing, she’s never going to let me hear the end of it, ever.” she thought ruefully.
But her mother’s remark drew the memory from her, both the good and the bad. She and Jim had had a wonderful evening, and whenever they danced closely she could feel his erection as they ground their hips together. She also felt an insistent tingly warmth that came from the soft secret place beneath her lacy panties, one that left her feeling both sexy and giddy. By the time they arrived at the after prom party even the most incidental touch of Jim’s hand was affecting her like an electric shock. Jim must have sensed some of the same increased erotic tension between them, and at one point pulled her into an alcove for the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. After several alcoholic drinks, and some further close dancing, Jim suggested they skip out of the party and get the limousine to take them back to Sandy’s house. Although, thinking back on it now, this suggestion was about as transparent as glass, she had readily agreed. On the ride home they snuggled together and she held his hand in her lap, which only added to the heat building up in her womanhood. When they arrived, they had barely closed the front door before they were locked in a fiery embrace, and Jim’s hands were traversing her breasts and pulling her hips into his. Finally, she broke off the kiss, panting, and led him wordlessly down to the recreation room in the basement, the scene of their previous two electric encounters. Jim stripped off his tuxedo jacket and removed his cummerbund, and then sat on the couch while trying to pull her down beside him. But Sandy slipped from his grasp, turning off the one lamp, and then with a boldness she would have never have thought possible before this night, and even now made her blush a little, unzipped the back of the blue prom dress, and then pushed the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, letting it fall in a billow of chiffon flounces and shimmery satin onto the floor around her feet. Kicking away her heels, she then settled onto Jim’s lap and began kissing him with an urgency she had never felt before.
The kiss had barely started, and before he could even make the first serious advance, when she took his hand and pushed it down the front of her panties as she spread her legs to give him access to her pussy. He didn’t, she recalled with an inward grimace, need much more encouragement after that, quickly using his other hand to begin stripping the tiny panties by the waistband down her hips while he plunged his fingers between the plump folds of her swollen inner lips. Breaking off their kiss, she helped him rid her of the panties, and took off her bra. Then she began to undo the belt of his trousers. Understanding what she wanted, he undid the button at the waist and unzipped the fly, finally pushing them down to the floor where he was able to free one leg from them. Without hesitation she reached inside his briefs and freed his penis from its prison, marvelling at its size and hardness as she held it.
Sandy often wondered in retrospect whether she would have been able to keep enough of her senses about her to even make Jim use one of the condoms, given her supercharged sexual state at that moment; what with the waves of pleasure Jim’s eager roaming fingers were creating as they explored every aspect of her virgin pussy and searched out the entrance to her very wet vagina. Even as she nuzzled her face into his chest and pushed his underwear down further so she could stroke his full erection, making him groan, she had felt the muscles in her upper thighs go slack. He must have noticed this too, because he pushed her legs much further apart, giving him even more freedom to molest her intimate region.
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