Maryann Loses Her Virginity In A Rite Of Passage, Only More Exciting
This might just be the night. By tomorrow morning MaryAnn would be twenty. If things worked out she would no longer be the "last remaining virgin" of the class of '86. Her transformation shouldn't be difficult to pull off. MaryAnn was petite, blond, and beautiful. Her size 32 C breasts atop a small frame stopped conversations when she entered a room. In addition she was intelligent, well read, and talented.
She considered losing her virginity to be akin to a
quinceanera
for young, Hispanic girls or a
bat mitzvah
for young, Jewish ones. It would be a rite of passage. with some major differences. It didn't figure to be quite public, and ought to be a lot more exciting.
Having a sexual rite of passage as late as 20 was unusual, but MaryAnn had a great reason for postponing her deflowering. She had promised her mom, and she didn't take those promises lightly.
Six years earlier she and her mom had one of their woman-to-woman talks. Their talks were was easier than most because the two Flaherty women were always close and always frank. Mom Flaherty, sometimes called Sarah Flaherty, was an archetypical Navy officer's wife. Dad, Flaherty, sometimes called Admiral Flaherty, had graduated from Annapolis and worked hard to become boss of lots of ships plus their captains and crews.
That left Mom to do most of the rearing of their only child, and she did a good job of it. MaryAnn later reflected that it was ironic that her mom had ended up such a liberal thinker after graduating from Stanford, then living as a proper Navy wife. She was a good mother and friend, even from the perspective of a kid.
In the memorable 14-year-old talk, Mom reminded MaryAnn that admirals' kids had to be more circumspect than other kids. Even the word "circumspect" didn't give the youngster pause. MaryAnn had always been expected to use the best word for the occasion. As Mom hoped, and as it happened, words would become her life.
As she prepared for her big night out MaryAnn recalled the earlier talk. Her mom said, "MaryAnn, I realize this is a changing world and you'll have opportunities to do things girls of my generation would not have even thought of. Most of these are great. You want to be a writer and folks are now writing with machines. Computer programs can eliminate much of the drudgery of writing and let you concentrate on being effective.
"I won't go into the old 'when I was your age I used to . . . ' bit. I was not deprived at all and didn't walk uphill both ways to school, but some things were different and you will have harder choices to make.
"To start with I know that most kids your age experiment with sex. The odds are that most will actually do it before they graduate from high school, quite a few before they get to high school. I want to ask you to abstain until you are twenty, even if you have a lot of peer pressure. Let me say you'll be voluntarily giving up something that can be exciting beyond belief. The problem is that in the eyes of everybody, including those who do it, it is wrong. Further it is poorly practiced by kids who have been told all their lives that it is wrong.
It isn't. Likely if we were Tahitians we wouldn't be having this talk, but we're Americans and, for better or worse, we must live as Americans. Please keep all that in mind as you go through your teens."
MaryAnn wasn't surprised that her mother refused make sex a sin or to downplay the enjoyment of it. Her own biggest secret ever was that she once surreptitiously watched her mom and dad doing it. It was also the one that excited her the most.
She was just coming into puberty. Her titties were big enough for a training bra (training for what?). She was growing a bit of pubic hair and her mother had alerted her to menstruation. What she was still lacking was an understanding of what a big deal sexual intercourse was. She got an opportunity to find out one summer in a rustic cabin the Maine woods, one of those places where the rooms were separated by partitions that didn't reach the ceiling. Her mom and dad rented the place to "get away from it all."
MaryAnn had made a friend with a girl in another cabin about a half mile away. One afternoon MaryAnn persuaded her folks to let her spend the whole day at her friend's cabin. She later realized that they would be delighted to spend time in the bedroom without having to be quiet.
As happens often with kids, MaryAnn and her summer friend had a fight, the reason long forgotten. She walked home and came into the cabin. Immediately she heard noises from her folks' bedroom. Not intending to snoop but just wanting to pout MaryAnn went to her own room.
The conversation she heard through the walls was different, even the tone.
"Oh god, Jake touch me there. Yes, yes you magnificent bastard right there."
"You are a beautiful woman, you know that? I want to stick my face in your cunt."
"Yes, oh god yes, lick my cunt then fuck me. Goddamn you fuck me.
Mom had always used the best words for the occasion, but such language! Her dad only cussed when a Democrat was elected, and her mom never cussed although MaryAnn was sure she wanted to do it when someone mentioned Nixon in her presence.
A curious girl like MaryAnn just couldn't resist. She peeked through the cracks and hoped her folks were just too engrossed to look up.
They were. Both were lying on the bed naked, clothes thrown about the room as if they may had been playing at undressing. Now Mommy Sarah Flaherty lay there with her legs spread. Daddy (then) Commander Flaherty grabbed her legs put them over her shoulder and put his face in her crotch. It looked to MaryAnn as if he was going to crawl in.
Then her, staid mother and her professional, no-nonsense, father threshed about the bed having more fun than MaryAnn ever did swimming. Finally the admiral got on top. MaryAnn got the first glimpse of an adult penis. This was of course not only a grown-up dick, it was erect. My god it was huge. She didn't think he could get all that in her mom. It must have been five or six inches long.
But she soon realized if her dad didn't put it in, her mom would chase him down and sit on him. This was the sex she had been wondering about. He not only got it in. She raised her ass and met it on each thrust. Soon they were both grunting, screaming (nobody within half a mile), moaning and groaning, until her dad held her mom tight, gave a few quick strokes and they both lay sill.
The things Mom had left out of her talk on the birds and bees!
Mercifully her folks were not quiet. And that gave MaryAnn a chance to escape. Before she left she heard her mom say, "Jake, let's do it again just as fast as we can. God I love to get fucked by you."
"Did they teach you to talk like that at that West Coast finishing school called Stanford?"
"Up yours sailor. Now get a boner or I'll forget I'm a lady and married to a fucking gentleman.
The things a little girl can learn by eavesdropping! There was probably more but she had to get out of there. MaryAnn slipped out the window and high tailed it back to her friends house. Their tiff would have to wait until she told her friend the exciting thing she'd just seen.
But in the heart-to-heart talk, her mom continued. She paused, took a deep breath, and added, "Please don't think I'm contradicting myself darling, but I am also going to put you on the pill."
"But Mom, you just said you trusted me. " said MaryAnn.
"Of course I do but I also know that you're human. I'd be silly to rely on a lecture to shut off all possibility of your doing what you are biologically urged to do, especially in today's world. If something happens you'll at least be protected from what's likely to be the biggest consequence of that act." Years later MaryAnn gave much the same talk to her own daughter, except that she realized a world that was still changing, and set the age at 18.
The lecture had its effect. MaryAnn made it through junior high without even flirting with the idea of sex. High school was a little tougher. The closest she came was on graduation night when she and Jimbo made out under the pier.
Jimbo was a hunk and exactly the sort of guy MaryAnn should avoid if she wanted to keep her promise. That fall he would be on his way to Notre Dame on a football scholarship. She had been accepted by several of the top schools including her mom's alma mater, Stanford. She passed it up to go to the big school just up the road in Los Angeles.
That afternoon she had marched across the football of a local junior college, wearing the white cap with a gold tassel denoting honor society. Add all that to her looks and she would be a prize for Jimbo if he could capture it.
He certainly tried and MaryAnn did little to stop him for a while. When he kissed her she felt his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth. Their passion grew as they kissed. He dropped one hand to her breast and fondled it through her blouse, The other went to her butt and he pulled her tight against them. Then he pulled her skirt up, her panties down and fondled her bare ass. God she wanted to go all the way and might have except Jimbo wasn't as sophisticated as he seemed.
Just before MaryAnn lost control, Jimbo did. As the kisses got hotter he pulled her tighter. She felt his erection pressing against her. Almost as if by instinct she moved against it. He muttered, "Oh god. Oh my god. Jesus." He started shaking, then he was quiet.
When they came up on the boardwalk from under the pier MaryAnn pretended she didn't notice the wet spot on his pants. She didn't feel guilty for going so far and she didn't feel virtuous for stopping short of "all the way." But she was looking forward to her twentieth birthday more anticipation than ever.
At the big school up in the big city, she pledged for and joined the journalism sorority, Theta Sigma Phi, lived off campus and had the freedom to do as she wished. Retaining her virginity was perhaps more of a challenge except for three things. She had learned how to defuse a boy's ardor with her hand. MaryAnn lived with the knowledge she was known as "Handjob Mary," but the guys knew they could expect no more than to fondle and her titties and touch her pussy. Within those constraints she was a terrific date.
Her compromise seemed to work for everybody concerned. Once the word was out that "Hand Job Mary" wouldn't fuck but if a guy promised he wouldn't cum in her mouth she would even give a pretty good blow job. In exchange she made sure the guys knew she could be partially undressed but nothing but fingers went to her pussy, then not inside her vagina. Within those strictures some of those guys gave her a thrill equal to what she gave herself.
And she wasn't sure she really missed out on anything. She heard the horror stories from her sorority sisters of what they experienced the first time. All had done it with guys about their own age. Several had told her of how a boy got too excited and got off before even really starting. Tales of wet bellies prevailed. While the idea of sex was still exciting, premature ejaculation by a guy promised to be merely embarrassing and messy.
