A series of stories about the pleasures of youth and the fun had during those glory years....
Story Five -- Tales from the Pussy Posse: Another notch on the belt...
"Baby you're so ready for it," I said, urgently begging the reluctant Mary Francis, as I nuzzled a tender spot behind her ear.
I felt her breath hot on my neck as her hand moved down to stroke the muscles of my naked back.
"I don't know Marc," she whispered back, half-moaning when I reached another sensitive area, "It's wrong. We shouldn't. You don't love me."
I wanted her so badly. My throbbing dick was achingly aware that her pussy lay just below. The denim of our jeans and our underwear providing the only separation.
"Oh, baby," I urged, going for broke, "Please don't say no to me. I need you so bad."
My free hand dropped from her breast and moved down to unbuckle her jeans. She made no effort to resist my advances.
"It'll give you something to confess in the morning," I said wickedly, referring to the act of our sin.
Without much effort she lifted her ass off my truck bed, so that I could slide her jeans down to reveal her delicate powder blue panties. My fingers hastily moved to push them aside so that I could finger fuck her cunt. There was no doubt in my mind this girl was still a virgin, but she clearly didn't want to stay one, and I wanted to help her with that problem.
It'd been two weeks since I'd first begun my effort to lay Mary Francis Carmichael. We'd met at a church social my mother had forced me go to. She'd been there talking to a friend by the dessert table. The atypical, Catholic schoolgirl. Specifically she went to Saint Mary's Catholic school across town. I'd never had one of those girls before and I felt like I was in a Billy Joel song or something. Our eyes had locked as I'd gone for a piece of pie, and as I'd walked away, turning once to give her another glance, I heard a giggle escape her lips, and she and her friend checked me out.
She'd been easily flattered by my attentions, the local football hero from the public school. I could be very charming. My intuition told me she wanted me to fuck her. I saw it in her eyes the instant that we'd met. I'd watched her watching me without my shirt on that day playing games with the other guys. Watched her running her eyes over my muscles and down my six-pack before settling on the bulge in the front of my shorts, and observing the curve of my ass.
I had to say I liked the look of her too. It wasn't just that she was an untapped hole.
To say that she was the best looking girl was a stretch. But she was more than okay. She came up to about my shoulder, with rich dark hair that had more red than chestnut brown in it: a blessing she'd inherited from her Irish father. When she moved in the sunlight it was simply dazzling. Her face was appealing. Not gorgeous, but very pretty. Her cheeks possessed a natural healthy glow of pink and the rest of her face had a creamy fairness that again spoke of her ancestry. Her most stunning feature of course had to be the line of her ass as it rounded down into her thighs and the sweep of her legs that followed. Damn fine stuff. Perfect round titties too. And the greenest eyes this side of the Shannon.
I think she knew I wasn't boyfriend material, which most of the girls at my school already knew.
But even with a reputation as a serious player, I was viewed as a good guy. All my life I'd wanted to evoke a bad boy image, I really had, but the girls all saw right through me to my kind and generous, if not always gentle, nature. They thought of me as the kind of guy who would do a winter toy drive or help little old grannies cross the street. They all knew I was unashamedly after sex, like most guys, and that I wasn't picky about where I got it.
And because I wasn't perceived as a threat, it all usually ended up working to my advantage, and my sins were forgiven before we got into bed, and afterwards when the deed was done.
Whatever the case, that charm had been sufficient to get Mary Francis to go on our recent series of dates, coming so soon after it had led me to cop a feel of her tits after the picnic. I'm sure it's why my tongue was stuck down her throat earlier tonight at the movie, and I think it was a real safe bet as to why her pussy lips felt moist around my fingers right now.
Christ she smelled so good.
The juices from her pussy leaked out to form this intoxicating aroma with her perfume. It made me all that more desperate to get a piece of her ass tonight.
"Mary," I groaned, "I don't think I can stop now."
She moaned in response, unable to form words.
"I really need you," I groaned again; dry humping her thigh, almost begging, "Can we?"
"Do you have a rubber?" she breathed.
"In my pocket," was my reply.
My mouth kissed down her open blouse and settled on her naked breast. I'd undone her bra not long after I'd coaxed her into the back of the truck with me to watch the stars. Without taking my mouth off her nipple, I'd reached into my back pocket and pulled out the first of three condoms I regularly kept pressed inside.
Just for circumstances like these.
By this time I'd gotten her really hot and bothered. The radio was playing the latest bit of rock and roll. I was fairly certain the other couples in the two other cars parked near us in the secret make out spot of Miller's Woods were similarly engaged.
She seemed willing and I let out a deep breath of relief that I wasn't going to have to go home with blue balls tonight. Usually most of these girls were a sure thing, but guilt or fear could sometimes lead to cold feet. My honor was such that no matter how horny I was I could never force an unwilling woman to make love to me.
"Baby," I said, my Louisiana drawl slurring my words, "Have you ever done this before?"
She looked into my eyes, our faces very close together.
I thought maybe she was going to tell me for a moment that she'd fucked someone before. Though I highly doubted it.
"No," she said at last, "But I know what to do."
