She didn't think of protesting at first. Howard was kissing her as no decent boy ever had before, with his tongue sliding all the way into her mouth and filling it up, lapping at her tongue and probing at her teeth. And she found it delicious, like nothing she had ever done before, and the sensual little thrills he was causing were burning a lewd path right down into her belly. Eventually she was licking him back, their mouths glued wetly together and their tongues thrusting in a passionate semblance of intercourse. And with his enormous, powerfully throbbing penis pressing so heatedly against her leg, she was quite taken away.
Up till then she had heard vaguely of what a man's penis must be like, but she had formed no exact picture in her mind of its power and dominating force. She had only heard that when a man puts his penis inside a girl, it was supposed to feel good.
But this – this was heaven! Just feeling its pressure against her softly yielding young flesh was enough to give her the bends. She wouldn't have broken off that kiss for the world.
If only Howard hadn't abruptly slid his fingers up through the naked smoothness of her parted thighs.
"Howar-mmuurrff…" She had struggled then to break off their soul kiss as one of his fingers insinuated itself slowly but insistently underneath the modestly damp elastic crotch-band of her panties in order to tickle into her desire-moistened pubic curls and finally move between the swollen outer lips of her burning young cunt.
How surprised she had been to find that she was wet down there, just from Howard's kissing! She had never even masturbated before, and had always regarded herself as a decent girl within the context of those times, and then to discover that a little kissing from an expert like Howard Rogers could make her pussy flow like a river swollen by spring rains!
"Howard – please! Let me go!" She had finally managed to break from his mouth and tried to push his shoulders back with her hands.
Not that that helped matters much. For his finger was still arcing and delving inside the warmly seeping confines of her cuntal lips, and her belly felt as if it were swarming with bees.
"You seem to be getting all juicy down there, Georgia," he said with just the slightest adolescent smirk of over-confidence, his finger continuing to circle around obscenely up between her trembling thighs.
In moral panic, the red haired virgin tried to grip her boy friend's wrist to try to draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly she wanted to swoon, and her grasp was very weak against his determined and muscular assault.
"Pleeeeaaassse no, Howie… oh… what… what are you doing to me…" she wailed piteously.
"Just doing what you want me to, girl," he said worming his middle finger around over the sensitive bud of her clitoris until she thought she was dying, it felt so fantastic. Her thighs seemed to part despite her best intentions, and then his single thick finger was sliding effortlessly in and out of her virginal cunt, on that swollen river of liquid fire that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
She was mystified and alarmed at the way her body was betraying her. With his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and wiggling around inside it, the knuckles of his other fingers all smashed her passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust back against her pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that completely transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this was sex, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of it, more of it, not less!
But the fifteen year old girl's head was still in the First Episcopalian Church of Glencoe, and it was telling her body furiously – You wretch! If you enjoy this, you're committing a sin! It's sinful to have anything to do with sex without being married!
And this seemed to galvanize her fading resolve to have one last try at protecting her moral virtue. "But-but," she said through chattering, lust-ridden teeth, "you'll r-ruin m-me, Howie… it's-it's not right! Stop!"
Mystified by this renewed protest, the young football player suddenly slid his finger down and out of her gasping hot pussy, the walls of which seemed to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete and aching separation was made.
"Gosh, Georgia, you're really serious, aren't you?" he said, bewildered.
In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of her more than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if it were doing somersaults. If he hadn't taken his finger out when he did, she wouldn't have been able to find the strength to protest again. She would merely have rationalized ecstatically that she had done all she could, and that, therefore, in the eyes of God it would be no blemish on her honor if Howie continued and finished the job of raping her with his thick middle finger.
But no, it was not to be. Howard actually took her seriously at last and gave her clinging moist loins the respite they no longer desired. She closed her thighs tightly together and began weeping softly.
"Wow, Georgia," he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort her. "Hey, hey, calm down. Are you… you're not really… a virgin… are you?"
"Yes, I am!"
"Hey, I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I didn't realize."
He automatically held her close as she sobbed her heart out. She wasn't quite sure why she was crying – perhaps it was because he had taken his finger out. Anyway, it seemed the proper and well-brought up thing to do, although, in actual fact, she felt no pain anywhere, or any shame either.
It was very nice being comforted by Howard, though. Georgia's voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into her boy friend's hard muscular chest. His hands stroked her shivering back as if he were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against hers so that his nose was buried in all that warmly scented long red hair of hers.
"Oh – I think I'm falling in love with you, Georgia," he said, feeling his penis expand madly and protest till it hurt against the tight confines of his pants.
"I know," she whispered between sobs. "I-I can feel it, too."
And, indeed, she had become stuck on him in that instant, and, afterwards, never had eyes for anyone else. Even though he did nothing more with her that evening and controlled his flaming testicles like a saint until she knew – gleefully almost, because it was, after all, a compliment – that he must be in terrible pain.
That evening he kissed her good-night at the door very demurely and stroked her soft face, promising to phone her again soon. She clutched him desperately, wondering if he really meant it? Or had he lost his respect for her, now that he had his finger in her cunt? Or maybe he'd never call her again because she hadn't let him go all the way. Oh God, she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.
"Yes," he reassured her with great tenderness, lightly touching her soft warm hair. "It's all right between us, Georgia, because we love each other. You'll see."
Georgia's female instinct hadn't believed a word of it… boys really had to say things like that, didn't they? It didn't matter if you never heard from the guy again, the important thing was that he had claimed to respect you at the time. Then both sides were absolved of all guilt and could rationalize away the entire incident. Georgia understood all these things with the feminine instinct ingrained in her very bones like a radioactive isotope. She needed no instruction in sexual psychology. She had been forged in the furnace of evolution… but it certainly didn't make this "first time" good-night any easier on either of them, for Georgia very definitely wanted to be seeing more of this Howard Rogers. And, luckily, she did.
In the weeks, months and years to come, both knowingly and unknowingly, she teased Howard almost to the breaking point. And little by little their passion did escalate somewhat. She permitted him to feel her full, firmly set breasts, but only from outside her sweater. This served a dual purpose – whetting her eager boy friend's appetite for what he would be getting after marriage, and also providing for the most enjoyable fondling caresses which made the sparks to her loins fly so hot and fast she nearly came in her panties every time he did it. Georgia's breasts were so high-set and proudly rounded and had never been touched this way by anyone else. The inexperienced young teenager could barely repress her moans of rapture as he roughly squeezed and stroked her breasts, but she never again let him put his hand up between her legs and always went out with some sort of protection stuffed up inside. This acted to absorb some of her lascivious cuntal seepage during their heavy petting sessions, but really did not prevent her thighs from becoming moist.