As soon as the first bright rays of the morning sun came streaming in the window, Pam's eyes flew open. Only half awake, it took the young blonde several seconds to remember where she was.
Oh… our new house! She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and then over at the windows. Those curtains will have to go, she thought disapprovingly. Knowing there was a lot of work to do and an exciting day ahead, she wanted to bound out of bed and get started moving, but Jack was still asleep and she know he would awaken if she got up. Let him sleep, she thought. He works so hard!
Pam looked over at her sleeping husband, admiring his dark handsomeness. He was lying on his back, mouth slightly open, looking uncharacteristically young and defenseless. Just like a little boy, Pam thought, and remembered when he used to look that way almost all the time, when they were still both in school.
Things had changed a lot since then. They had been married just a little more than a year, and already Pam had trouble recognizing her husband. It's the job, she thought. The job is doing it to him. But the job was what they had dreamed about while they were still undergraduates – a job with a big company where Jack would have a chance to work his way up and earn them the good life they both looked forward to. And it had gone even better than they planned. Jack rose fast, until he was the youngest assistant vice-president the company had ever had, and now, at twenty-six, he promised to be the youngest vice-president, if he got the promotion. If Jack got it and not Harry Steers.
But Jack had a way with the boss. Pam knew Jack would eventually get the promotion, and at first the knowledge had thrilled her. But then she had met the boss, J.B., as he liked to be called, and she had seen the way Jack acted in his presence, and she hadn't liked it at all. It wouldn't be right to say Jack fawned on the man – he was too correct for that – but there was an undoubted air of subservience in his manner. "For Christ's sake, how do you expect me to act?" had been Jack's response the one time she had voiced her feelings to him. "He's the boss!" And she had never mentioned it again.
But Jack had changed. As he sank himself more and more totally into his work, always striving for promotion, making every act and word count in that direction, he correspondingly withdrew something of himself from Pam. He was moody and absent-minded at home, going over and over in his mind the day's events at the office, wondering if he had made any mistakes, wondering if he had done all he could to make himself noticed by J.B. He was short-tempered with Pam, irritated when she broke in on his thoughts, and when she complained about his distant manner, he looked at her in amazement. "How can you say that?" he demanded. "I'm doing it for our future!"
And then there was that other problem, Pam thought, her mood darkening as she lay in bed thinking. I should getup, she thought. I mustn't let myself get depressed again. But the thoughts kept coming, floating up from deeper and deeper levels. Yes, Jack's preoccupation with work was a problem between them but there was another, more serious one.
Sex!
Pam twisted uncomfortably in the big bed, tortured by conflicting emotions, trying to sort out her confused thoughts. Her mind drifted back into her past, remembering. She remembered how she, at nineteen, totally inexperienced, the result of an overprotected, over-religious upbringing, had been confronted with the handsome young Jack Hollister. How excited she had been. Compared to her and to her boring friends, Jack had seemed the embodiment of wordly wisdom – good looking, sophisticated, witty, and with an enchanting aura of something slightly wicked about him. Jack had obviously been around.
Longing to escape from her strict upbringing, the young Pam had been irresistibly drawn to Jack. He invited her out, and on their first date had shocked her by boldly slipping his hand inside her dress and caressing her naked breast. At first the innocent young girl had been too shocked to resist, letting him massage her virgin nipple just long enough for her to realize how good it felt. She had made him stop, of course, and promised herself she would never go out with him again. But she did!
Between their first and second dates, Pam had several days to think over her attitudes. She had already been at school long enough to realize that most of the values her parents had taught her were impossibly narrow, more the result of the bitter aridity of their souls than of any genuine moral conviction. Now Pam began to wonder about sex and about the incredible importance her parents had placed on virginity. Dutifully, ever since puberty, Pam had scrupulously protected her virginity, holding her blossoming young body inviolate from the inevitable pawings of the few young boys her parents had permitted her to go out with. That hadn't been too hard, thanks to their clumsiness, and even in her first days in college she had been able to resist temptation, even though she herself was beginning to have to admit the existence of strange longings high up between her firm young thighs.
It happened very quickly. After her experience with Jack, and remembering the annoyance in his eyes when she had primly made him stop touching her breast, Pam decided to stop being a virgin. It was an easy decision to implement. A group of young sailors from a nearby naval base were on campus one night, prowling for girls, and Pam singled one out as the man she was going to seduce – as the instrument for ridding herself of the virginity she now suddenly considered an impediment.
It hurt. Pam had been ready for a little pain but not for as much as she experienced, as she lay rigid beneath the madly fucking young sailor. He was more frightened than she was. Hoping to seduce one of the lovely young girls that filled the campus, the inexperienced boy could hardly believe his luck when Pam, easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, picked him up. When he suggested they go for a walk, she instead invited him to her room. And when he placed a hesitant hand on her shapely young thigh, without another word she had stood up and undressed, baring her lovely, firm roses and ivory; body to his stunned gaze. He'd been so nervous that he was almost unable to get an erection, but nature had its way and soon he was clambering over Pam as she lay on her back waiting impatiently for her great experience.
It had miscarried. Certain that he was with a real pro, the young sailor did nothing to prepare Pam, and when he rammed his iron-hard cock into her unused vagina, Pam thought she was going to die. Clenching her teeth, afraid that the girls in the next room would hear if she made a sound, she had to lie there and bear it. When is he going to be finished? she kept asking herself. When is he going to be finished?
When it was over, and the sailor had departed, feeling slightly used, leaving a silent, guilty Pam behind on the blood-stained bed, she had vowed it would never happen again. Her parents had been right, and God had punished her. Never, never again.
But that didn't last long. She began to go out with Jack on a regular basis, and realizing she had already made the irrevocable step, Pam let nature take its course. Her body slowly learned to not only respond to Jack's caresses but to need them. They started slowly, with Jack at first only gently touching her breasts, filling her with gentle sensations of warmth and excitement as he tenderly stroked their billowy softness. Jack took his time, sensing he had a prize in Pam and willing to invest some effort, which was pretty much how he saw the world – good investments and bad investments. He was seeing another girl, too, one less scrupulous than Pam, and many nights, frustrated from hours of holding himself back with Pam, he would fuck the other girl until she begged for mercy. In his view, cunt was easy to get, especially with his looks, but there were few girls around with the beauty and good breeding of Pam Adamson. He was determined to marry her.
Finally, one night – Pam never quite knew how it happened Jack had taken all her clothes off and she lay naked on the grass behind the dormitories, shivering slightly in the cool breeze but her blood on fire from Jack's expert touch. For the first time she made no objection as his hands slid lower on her nude body. His lips on her nipples kept her from formulating any defense, and before she knew it, his finger was working insistently into her boiling hot pussy slit and then was in her vagina. Instinctively flinching, expecting the same blinding pain as when the sailor had broken her hymen, Pam was instead suddenly invaded by an incredible wave of white-hot pleasure. After weeks of building passion, she came almost instantly and, to both her surprise and Jack's, began to ride his finger like a bucking horse. Her body shuddered and twitched, lost in ecstasy and from that night on she never again had the will-power to stop her lover from slipping his marvelous finger up into her rapidly learning cunt.