My whole body was trembling.
"Kiss me good, Gordon!" I begged as I turned to enjoy his touch. I meant to tease him a little, to make the seduction memorable, yet the feel of his flesh upon my body was too strong to bear. I put my arms around this handsome boy and almost passed out with the delight when he crushed me close to his muscled torso. The Mixmaster was whirling like mad in the bowl, but it didn't spin as fast as my blood. I forgot instantly that Gordon was young. All that mattered was the strong male scent of his body, the glorious sensations of his hands upon me, and the delicate sexual agony of his lips upon my own. We got so carried away right there in the kitchen that be knocked the fudge pan off the counter. It went clattering over the linoleum with such a crash Gordon jumped away from me.
"Man, that was close!" he panted as he stared at me. "We damn near went and did it, Angie!"
His clumsy sexual involvement was distracting, even a bit disgusting, but I wasn't about to let him get away. While he stood there with his eyes bugging out of the sockets I began to disrobe. I heard as in a distance the whirling of the mixing fudge, while my fingers moved quickly to strip the cloth from my eager body.
"Oh migawd…!" Gordon gasped.
He wanted to escape. There would be a price if he stayed and he realized this truth, even if that price would be nothing more than personal involvement with a school chum. Boys hate that and I knew it. They desire freedom above sex.
That's why us girls have to be sneaky. That's why we always choose the time and place of seduction.
"Jeez, I ain't never did it, Angie!" his voice was heavy with contained desire.
I didn't answer as I stepped out of my panties, to stand naked before him in the kitchen.
"Ooowww, you're throwing curve balls!" groaned. "You're gonna strike me out for sure!"
I was getting angry with his protestations, his baby emotions. Maybe he was a hero in the ball park but he was just a pitch-hitter right now.
I turned off the Mixmaster, and kissed Gordon again. Perhaps his training told him to lay off, to be careful of what he was getting into, yet his male hormones were quite normal. Even as he crushed the breath out of me I could feel the nice hard-on in his trousers.
"Do it to me," I begged, needing a fuck so bad it made my temples throb with desire. "Take me…
The dumb bastard didn't even know about the bedroom. He was so untrained sexually that he didn't realize a girl needs petting. He grabbed my cunt with such force it almost knocked me onto the counter, while he rammed a finger clear up to my tonsils.
"Yeeeooowww-www…!" I screamed in pain from the brutal onslaught. "Take it easy, Gordon! That hurts!"
"Oh, wow! I can feel your snatch, Angie!"
He was puffing like an adult yet his talk was more like a kid with a new toy.
If I didn't need screwing so bad I would have told him to stop. Once a girl has felt the divine maturity of a grown man, it isn't easy to enjoy the fumbling responses of a Boy Scout.
Still I must admit one thing. There is a special beauty about fucking, and even with a dumb bunny it his to be good. Maybe Gordon didn't know what to do, but he tried to make up for that with raw passion.
"Ooouuuccchhh!" I yelped as be rammed me back against the counter. "You're breaking my spine, damnit!"
"Oh man, I can feel your cunt, Angie! I got my hand right in your naked cunt!"
Sure he did. But he didn't have to tear the fuckin' thing off!
"Don't be so rough, damn you!" I wanted to cry. His hand was tearing at my crotch with such ferocity it really did hurt, yet he was so strong I couldn't get away from him. This isn't the way sex is supposed to happen. Sure a girl likes a little rough stuff, but she doesn't want her guts ripped out.
"Lemme go!" I fought him desperately. "You're killing me, Gordon! Lemme go!"
He held me against the counter while he groped into my cunt, trying to make up for all the wet dreams he ever had, a starving man with his first taste of meat.
I gave him a little knee in the groin.
"Gawdamighty, why'd you do that!" he backed off, his eyes wild.
"Don't be so damn rough, then!" I challenged.
"Balls a fire, I didn't mean to hurt you, Angie," he apologized while he stared at my naked breast. "Can we really do it? I mean, you gonna let me really do it to you!"
"Don't be so damn rough, Gordon. I ain't no damn ball bat."
"Yeah, sure. Sure, sure!" He reached over to touch my nipples.
"Oooo, that's better," I cooed, my anger instantly forgotten.
Gordon unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, ready to stab me.
"Ain't you gonna take them all off?" I tugged at his sweat shirt.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, I guess I better!"
He was eager now, so close to his first fuck that his eyes were dilated, and he yanked off his clothing before I had a chance to pick up the pan from the kitchen floor. Gordon was a bit skinny. Lots of suntanned muscles, with rope-like tendons in his strong arms, while the hair in his crotch reminded me of sunflower petals. Yet with all that strength, all that athletic ability, Gordon was a real dud. His cock was so tiny I had seen bigger ones in diapers.
It stood out hard protruding from those red hairs like the stamen to a bee, hardly big enough to pollinate a kitten.
Still the size of a cock has nothing to do with the breadth of a man's passion.
Gordon proved that to me. He threw me on the cold kitchen floor, with my feet against the refrigerator, and he poked that teeny weenie between my legs.
"I got it in!" he screeched. "I can feel it right in your cunt!"
Maybe he could. But I couldn't feel much except the weight of his bony body above me. It's a good thing a girl has a clitoris or else I would have been left totally blank with Gordon. He was fucking like a madman, screeching and belching with joy, while I needed penetration. Sure I got a little orgasm from having his pecker against my little man-in-the-boat, but a girl needs penetration. The deeper the better!
"It's gonna spurt!" Gordon snickered with glee after he pumped for a few minutes.
He almost sat up on my midriff when he felt the sperm squirt out of his ridiculous pecker, and from the way he carried on you would have thought he really accomplished a new marvel. For him it was a home run, while he didn't even get me to first base.
Afterward we made the fudge and watched a little TV, and Gordon tried to make love to me. We sat on the couch and I enjoyed his kisses, the feel of his hands on my tingling titties. But when he got all worked up again, and wanted to have seconds, I figured it was time for me to call Colin Brown.
Girls develop a lot quicker than boys emotionally. We were told that in physical hygiene and it's true. At least it was true with me and Gordon. He bugged me something awful after our little date. He sent me love letters in class and he begged me for another date.
"I love you so much!" he wrote in his notes. "I can't even concentrate on baseball anymore!"
Gordon had to grow up, only I wasn't about to be his teacher. So my experiment to have a steady fucker failed miserably. In a way I was glad it did, because Paula was already having trouble with her boy friend. They argued a lot, and she was crying more than ever, until they reminded me of Susie Patch and her steady.
Susie was a nice girl. Went to church all the time and didn't mess around at all. Did her homework, kept the house clean, and dreamed about marriage with a house of her own filled with children. The last girl in school you would dream could get screwed up.
She did.