She was twenty-two years old. She was no longer a naïve virgin. Her last boyfriend had taken her virginity and had never called her back. That was three months ago. She didn't get pregnant. She had had her monthly period since the fucking. But, she hadn't had a date since then either.
Last night she spent the evening at a singles dance where she met Chuck, a young bank teller. They spent the evening dancing together and each enjoyed the other's company. What she learned about Chuck impressed her favorably. Chuck liked her domestic ambitions.
While sitting in the dance hall alone, waiting for Chuck to return from the men's room, she mentally analyzed his attributes. "He's two years older than I am. He has a steady job with potential growth. He's generous, thoughtful, and polite. He keeps himself clean. I think he's looking for a wife. I want a husband."
When Chuck returned from the men's room, they immediately resumed dancing. While sitting out the next dance set, he asked her if he could take her to dinner and a movie the following night. Dinner would be at six at an "honest-to-goodness restaurant that uses china plates, not paper" and a movie at eight. She accepted.
That evening, Chuck drove her home in his brand-new, automatic transmission, 1952 Pontiac. The car came with bench style seats, front and back. Bucket seats were not common in those days. She was impressed. She gave him a kiss on the cheek when they said good night.
The next evening, she thought of Chuck as she dressed. "He'll probably want to make out for a while when he takes me home. I'll skip the slacks and blouse and wear my new cotton dress with the scoop neckline and a shawl. My tits will catch his eye and stimulate his interest in me. He will probably try to feel my fanny so I won't wear a girdle. If he wants to feel my pussy, I'll let him. It will be easier for him to reach it under my dress than through my slacks."
The restaurant experience was fine. They learned more about one another's ambitions. More than once, she noticed Chuck peeking down her scoop neckline.
After dinner, Chuck said, "There's a good film at the Bijou Theatre down town or we could go to the double-feature drive-in theatre where we can talk with one another better."
"Talk, baloney, he wants to take me to the 'passion pit' and make out." she thought silently. Aloud, she said, "Let's go to the drive-in. We can relax there."
At the drive-in theatre, Chuck went to the refreshment stand and bought popcorn, candy, and soft drinks to last the evening. When Chuck returned to the car, he got in the passenger side.
"If you sit near me, there's more room here than being squished behind the wheel," he explained.
She smiled at his explanation and thought silently, "He figures it'll be easier to feel me up if he sits on that side of me. He must think I'm naïve."
Being the first night of summer, it didn't get dark enough to run the film until nine o'clock. By then, Chuck was leaning against the passenger door of the car; he had stretched his left leg out along the back of the car seat. He stretched his left arm across the top of the back seat.
She sat between his legs with her hips leaning against his crotch. She didn't notice just when a bulge started to press against her hip, but it was there soon after the main feature started.
