… And, it was sexual interest in her, on his part; she knew it and recognized it, and was afraid to be alone with him. This was, of course, the reason why she had wanted to remain at school in the nurse's room, rather than go home. It was the unmentioned subject of her conversation with Mrs. Keaton, the school nurse. It was also what prompted her to remain in her own room, as much as possible, with the door locked, and she, habitually, locked the door to the connecting bathroom when she occupied it. On more than one occasion, he had accidentally blundered in on her, his eyes sweeping over her naked young body before he excused himself and left the room.
She knew, also, that Donnie was doing the same thing, now. There was the same look in his eyes, a lustful yearning… an unnatural desire.
Stripping her clothing from her young body she prepared to step into the warm bath she had drawn. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she studied her definitely womanly figure. She was satisfied with what she saw… But I'm not really as beautiful as Mom. My breasts are smaller… and my hips are not as curvy… at least not yet.
Running her hands over the smooth, satiny skin, she brought up both hands to cup the rounded hemispheres of her high, proud breasts, rolling the erectile buds of the nipples in her fingers until they were distended and the areolae puckered up around them, the warm flush of tumescence flooding through her… that feeling of need… of desire… of sexuality.
With an effort of will, she denied that sexuality, making herself think of other things to relieve the concentration of her thoughts on her body… and its promises.
As she had undressed a few moments before she was elated to discover that her menstruation had stopped. Well… that's finished and done with… for this month…
Charity knew about and understood the mechanics of sex and reproduction. She had had the Sex Education Class in school, but she had no burning interest in sexual things. She had refused to go steady with any one boy; she preferred to date several, but the mores of modern youth dictated steady dating as de riguer. It followed, that although she was an extremely attractive girl — no… she was an extremely beautiful girl — she didn't have many dates, because the word was out: Charity doesn't want to go steady! She was practically cut off the vine, so to speak, for one of the main reasons for steady dating was easy availability for petting… heavy petting… and sexual intercourse. Making out was the word, and Charity knew that many of the couples of her acquaintance were either going all the way in sexual encounter… or were petting to orgasm, so-called heavy petting.
She remembered with an embarrassed blush the boy she had consented to date for the third, consecutive time. He had parked after their date, and she had consented to a few kisses and embraces. Bill Cartwright, the boy, had gotten more and more aroused, his kisses deep and probing, his tongue tantalizingly sweet and demanding in her mouth, then his hands were on her breasts, dipping inside her blouse, unhooking her bra and going under it to the warm, satin smoothness of them, her nipples coming up spiky-hard, unbidden. There was that warm glow in her, and she did not stop him, strangely, in spite of her resolve not to, wanting it to go on and on, as searing sensations played in her loins… new, delightful feelings with their ever growing promise of rapture.
His mouth had trailed down her neck to the cleft between her breasts, and then unbuttoning her blouse, he claimed the budding nipples with his warm, wet lips. Oh, God! It was wonderful!
… But, something in her told her that it must stop, and she tried to pull away from him, mumbling, "No… Bill, no! We can't go on…!"
He muffled her protests with his mouth, welding it to hers, as he kissed her, again, deeply, his tongue doing wonderful things to her, and she reciprocated, giving him her tongue to suck and nibble upon, while he allowed his hand to caress and smooth down across her flat belly, arriving, finally, at the vee between her thighs where he rubbed at her through her clothing.
Again, she objected, but his insistent hands were under her skirt, moving up her satiny smooth inner thigh against the rising wetness of her panties, his finger through the filmy nylon material, finding the hardening flesh of her clitoris in its secret hiding place, the sparse hair-ringed furrow of her femaleness. His finger played there, stroking her while the fiery sex sensations flooded through her, making her weak in her objections to his manipulations, until finally, with a low throaty groan up into his mouth, she surrendered to them.
She hadn't wanted to do it. Her reasoning mind told her that it was wrong, but her body, sensate and reaching for ecstasy overruled all rational thought and grasped for the pleasure of the moment, as her hips moved, uncontrollably, in tiny, undulant movements up against his teasing finger. Then, he pulled aside the wispy material of the crotchband of her panties, his finger teasing into the tight, virginal lips of her cunt, moving, tantalizingly, in the vestibule, but not entering further, merely stimulating her beyond all reason.
"Oh, God… Bill! Don't do any more to me… I'm afraid!"
"Like what…?" he asked. "Orgasm…?"
"I've never… d-done… That…" she faltered.
"Man… you're strung out and ready, now!" he said with authority.
Reaching up, he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as far as he could, she, unconsciously, shifting her weight until he was able to pull then halfway down her thighs. He wormed a finger into the viscous moistness of her pussy, again, and drew it through the coral furrow up to the pulsing miniature phallus that peeped out, above. She gasped when his finger touched her there, the nerve endings sending out desperate signals for fulfillment. He stroked and fondled with his hands, one in her cunt, moving with gentle caresses on her clitoris, the other squeezing and smoothing her firm, rounded young breasts, alternately, his mouth, meanwhile, busy sucking, nibbling and chewing at her mouth, her neck and the hard, erectness of her nipple-buds.
Under his manipulative movements, her body had gone wild. Her hips moved back and forth, now, countering the stroking movements of his fingers, her mouth returned his kisses, and as the building fires in her loins became almost unbearable, she began to moan, incessantly, her voice keening in the closeness of the car. Her breath came in short gaspings; she knew it was a sign that her climax was near. Oh, God! It feels wonderful! I never want it to stop!
Her body began to jerk convulsively, her hips flexing upwards faster and faster off the seat of the car, the sex-raw sensations arcing in her like thunderbolts, until, suddenly, she recognized the new experience of orgasm. She was in it! Surging tides of rapture enveloped her. Sight and sound dimmed, and there was only the all-consuming ecstasy of the moment. As from a great distance, she heard her own voice, "Ooooh! Biiiillll! Ooooooooohhh! It's happening… to me! It's cumming! It's cuuummmming! AAAaaauuugggh!"
Wave after wave of euphoria washed through her. She collapsed in Bill's arms, and he kissed her tenderly.
"Groovy… wasn't it…?" he asked.
"Y-Yeesssss! Oh, yes!"
She was ecstatic for a moment, but a disturbing thought struck her. She verbalized it, immediately. "But… it seems… Wrong… s-somehow… doesn't it…?"
"Hell! How can it be wrong? It felt good didn't it? And you enjoyed it… that's the main thing!"
"But… it's m-masturbation."
"That crap's for the dark ages!" he said, vehemently. "It's never hurt anybody! Now, you can fix me…!" He reached down, unzipped his pants, delved inside and brought his fully erect penis out into the car with them.
Charity had seen it standing up massively from his body, as he held it by the shaft and pulled the foreskin back to expose the bulbous head of it, a tear of preparatory lubricant glistening, viscously, at the slit in the very tip. She looked away in embarrassment, not knowing how to handle his obvious exhibition of it. On a few occasions, she had seen both her father and her brother nude, but she had always felt uncomfortable… as though she were witnessing something that was basically dirty.