"This time there was no pretense-even though I kept my eyes closed, he knew I was awake, and he knew I wanted more than we'd had the night before. So he gave me all he could without actually putting his fingers inside my virgin cunt. As much as I scorned him for playing sex games with a twelve-year-old girl, I must now that I think back, respect him for doing without the pleasure of fingerfucking my slit, because I was so turned on to him that I would have let him do anything he wanted with me.
"Some stirring of responsibility must have stopped him from taking my virginity with his fingers, for he only rubbed and pressed my pussy from the outside of the cotton panties. And he knew how to make love to a girl, he really did! Every time I was
about to climax to the probing, stroking, rubbing of his fingers, he would transfer my attention to my breast by flicking his fingertips across my nipple, lightly squeezing my whole breast, then teasing me to agony by casually moving his hand across the fabric of my blouse so that the feeling of the nylon jersey being pulled around on my bare nipple had me ready to tear off my panties and beg him to take me. Then the hand that had been lying easily against the skin of my upper thigh would begin its pressure against the side of my leg where the panties left off and my pussy began, and we'd be off again, with him fucking my pussy through my panties, actually entering my vagina a little way. I moved more quickly now, excited past caution by his hands on my body. But he was older, much older, and much more experienced than I, and he kept his wits about him enough to slow me down so that the other passengers had no suspicion of what we were doing.
"At last he guided my hand to the huge, hard swelling that I'd noticed under the fly of his slacks whenever I peeked at his crotch during the day as he was feeling my pussy. I pulled my hand away, even though I was excited with what he'd been doing up until then. Patiently, he rubbed my pussy through my panties again until I was pressing up against his hand, and once more took my own hand in his and firmly placed it on his throbbing cock. I could feel every inch of him through the cloth of his slacks, and I now wanted to rub and squeeze him as he'd been doing to me.
"He had left a magazine lying across his lap when he turned out our reading light, and now I knew why he had left it there. Underneath the cover of that magazine, I was getting my first anatomy lesson concerning the erect cock of the adult male. No sexual experience could have ever been more exciting for a young girl than that one. That a man of thirty-five was having sex with a girl of twelve didn't matter to me then. All I knew was that I was enjoying myself more than I ever had in my life before.
"I instinctively did what he needed to come to his own climax. I held his rock-hard rod tightly in my hand and rubbed up and down, up and down, until he, too, was straining forward as much as he could without being too noticeable about it. I loved the feeling of satisfaction that I got when I saw how he responded to my hand on his joint. The magazine miraculously stayed put as he carefully unzipped his fly and put my hand inside his pants, inside his shorts. Now I could feel the warm, soft skin that covered his hardness, and I became more excited than I'd been before, even when he'd been slowly inserting his finger as far as he could through my panties and into my pussyhole. He moved my head down on his cock-it was new to me but I licked and sucked it. I felt the tip of his cock and it was all wet and sticky-he'd come in my mouth as I was sucking him the first time.
"The swaying of the bus as it went around a curve threw us together and he pulled me close to his side and put his hand against my now wet pussy his fingers under the edge of my panties just enough to touch the side of my still-innocent labia. I arched my back toward him, at the same, time keeping my hold on his hot cock. All of a sudden a feeling of strange delight began to gather in my body, and I rubbed him faster, not caring any more whether the other people on the bus saw us or not.
Just as I reached my first climax a stream of warm, thick come squirted out of the end of his big cock a second time, and I felt in my hand the result of his teaching-a lesson I've never forgotten.
"The next morning, after we'd got our luggage together and I'd introduced him to my grandmother, he bent and kissed me very lightly on the lips. 'So long, sweetheart-keep smiling. Someday you may be a movie star. Just be careful who you talk to on buses and trams. Then he walked away, and we went home to Grandma's house. My brand-new piggybank was waiting for me on top of the dresser that had been my mother's when she was a little girl. Piggy's first dinner from me was the ten-dollar bill that had been slipped into my hand by the man who'd taught my body how to make love, how to waken from girlhood, how to climax.
"In the years that followed, as I set one foot ahead of the other on my climb to wealth and security, I all but forgot the man on the cross-country bus. I was so busy learning-learning acting technique, stage movement, all the things I'd need to be the successful star my grandmother had always wanted to be.
"It had been her constant pushing to get my mother into acting lessons, casting offices and bit parts in motion pictures, that the girl who was to become that broken woman back East ran away and married the first man who told her he loved her-my father. The disappointment of my mother's desert in of what she believed to be a promising career as an actress never left my grandmother's mind, and so when I wrote to her, begging to live with her instead of in the teeming slum that was the only place my father could keep us, she accepted me as another daughter, another chance to vicariously live the fame she'd never known.
"Years went by-busy years, happy years, years when I slowly perfected the technique of offering my body, or some part of it, as an exchange for whatever I most needed at the moment. My body brought me food, since the money that kept Grandma and me wasn't enough for even a sack lunch after we paid for the expensive lessons Grandma insisted I needed to become a star. There was always dinner at home, but if I wanted lunch, I knew I'd better find a likely male who had the price of it in his pockets, then butter him up without ever quite lying down with him.
By and by, as I became known in the different studios where I answered casting calls for extras, I found out who was-and wasn't-interested in semi-supporting a beautiful young woman who'd look very good on his arm at parties, premiers, and in the news shots and publicity photos that the studios are always sending out"
"One day! was walking through the old Metro lot, in costume as an Egyptian slave girl, when I felt a firm hand under my elbow, and a deep voice said, 'Don't panic-old Pharaoh's not gonna eat you up. He just wants to see that you get a nice lunch.' I looked up, and the star of the film we were making was actually holding my arm, steering me toward the commissary, taking an interest in me, an unknown extra! Wow! I thought, I do believe this is it! We had lunch, and I skillfully drew the
conversation around to his problem, his life, his looks-for anyone who's ever known an actor will ten you how easy it is to get them to talk about themselves!
"By the time he'd told me about himself for an hour, he was convinced I was the most interesting girl on the lot, maybe even in Hollywood. He was going through a divorce at the time-his second-and he wanted company, a shoulder to cry on. I readily supplied him with both. We were soon what the gossip columnists call an 'item' and in a matter of two months, I was living with him in his Bel Air mansion. My acting lessons continued, however, and I had Grandma as an almost live-in guest.